Dear Fly,
I'm not sure where exactly you came from, but I'm 100% sure that it's not clean. Even if you came from the Dettol factory, you would still manage to disgust me. Who invited you to drink from my cup of tea? To eat from my plate of rice balls? To rest in my clean hair? To buzz by my ear and make me have a spaz attack?
Fly, I don't blame you for your vulgarity and rudeness. You obviously came from the slums, because you have not been taught neither manner nor etiquette. You fly around from rotten vegetables, to garbage dumps, to horse manure, and finally land on my food. Really? Do I stomp around in poo then sit in your dinner? I don't think so. I have been raised properly. Not only that, but I have this thing called common sense (which is really not all that common). Duh. Acquire it, then come buzzing back into my room with an apology letter and a bouquet of freshly picked flowers from the King's Palace gardens.
In the meantime, when I attempt your murder, take that as a hint. ;)
Isn't that Kureiji?
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