DEAR STINKIN' FRED

OH, I'M SO MAD.

SO VERY ANGRY.

I BROKE A PENCIL BEFORE~

BEFORE I WROTE THE ENTRY! ARRRRRGH~

I've met my match today. He's 14 years old, dark-haired, and I'm POSITIVE he has red eyes...he's...DEREK.

The little punk-NO! Punk is too low term. In fact, I have so many names for him I can't write them down! I'd get fired! THEY'D FIND OUT. The little~

The little hacker...that spitwad ain't just no stinkin' Action Replay "hacker," OHHHHH no. He spreads seeds like spores offa the fungus he is, and half the people in this town are animals I don't even recognize...one of them looks like and has the same name as Sonic the Hedgehog but he's a lion...and he had this Pikachu helmet on that looked just like the cat hat thing...and I don't recall Crazy Redd running Nookway! HE WAS SELLING A LIGHTSABER. And why was Saharah running the museum?! I'll tell ya why...he's a GOOD FOR NOTHIN' LITTLE TROLL, that's what he is...he's such a Derek...it's an evil little name for an evil little boy...in fact, he's not just Derek, he's DEREK.

I met him this afternoon, at 3:04:56 PM. The current was heading northward. No, not the wind, the CURRENT. I popped up underwater!

The whole TOWN was underwater. It took me twenty minutes until I reached his house IN THE WALL.

I tried givin' that little DEREK a piece of my mind about his activities but he just stood there wigglin' around like he had to go potty, staring straight ahead and not caring. So, I tried makin' him parrot off embarrassin' stuff back to me like "I love Resetti!" and "I'm a stupid little hacker!" But he changed them all up and made me MAD. Then he entered and exited his house and suddenly I blacked out! I woke up in the Reset Center, tunneled back, and BOOM, there was a tree right where I was standing, of all the nerve this little...ARRRRRGH~

I can't TAKE all of these snappin' pencils! I'm makin' a rut in the floor from me pacin' back n' forth to get more WRITIN' STICKS so I can WRITE about this little...this little...DEREK! And if he thinks he's gonna get away with his crimes...HE'S GOT ANOTHER THINK COMING!~

AAAARRRRRRRGH! I'm goin' to bed, Fred! Grandmama mole is comin' over tomorrow and I CAN'T STAND THAT WOMAN. But I got ONE LAST THING.

You punks think swag is cool? NO! The only coolness you got is that draft from your saggin' britches!

Now...

SCRAM!