Work Text:
Hey,
God, for the last time, how do you all keep getting in my mail? I haven’t the HINT of a clue what a nam is, let alone what it means that you’re visiting. The Boss handed this to me, and I have no idea WHY, so I GUESS I’m fucking responding.
Okay maybe this is coming out a lot harsher than I thought. My bad. The point is I have no idea who you are. Or why? You’re coming over? Are you a victim of a crime? Do you need financial compensation?
Uh. I guess if you ARE a victim of a real crime then yeah you probably are calling the right people, you can write back and we can look into it. And if not then what the hell, I guess you can still write, that hasn’t stopped anyone from doing it.
Over and out
Ronin