From: Who in the hell cares
To: The Orange Arrow
Subject: The real subject is too long for me to remember.
Orange Arrow/Justin, Moss, and Gus (you bastards.)
In response to the e-mail essay posted on orangearrow, I would like to say
that, in my defence, in relation to the musical, the only visible reason I
can perceive that i got the part is because Terry is crazy and a small,
squat, sweaty bag of hatred, and because i think she wanted to do me, which
is a nightmare of immeasurable proportions.
However, rather than be angry about my personal self being compared to dead
fish, I commend the artistic talent of the author(s) and agree
wholeheartedly with all contributors that I was and am, a talentless,
greasy, generally unattractive individual whose only hope of feeling even an
ounce of positive emotion in this hopelessly cruel world is to date the
rejects and castaways of those who are infinitely my superior in mental and
Oh, and I"m from Cortes Island, which is pretty self-explanatory.
Now, if you excuse me, I'm off to remove myself from the gene pool so as to
prevent my horrible unattractiveness from spreading to some unfortunate
Where's my noose?...
-Nick "God, what a greasy bastard" Fontaine
Soon baby, soon...
WHY IN THE FUCK AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO ANSWERS THE E-MAIL ANYMORE?
Justin: On a side note, I had nothing to do with any of this.
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