#afool ishdud

Dear Afool Ishdud,

I’M APOLLO JUSTICE!!!

I’M APOLLO JUSTICE AND I’M FINE!!!

Sorry...  That’s just my coping mechanism for whenever I get letters like these.

(This is all your fault, Trucy...)

(Video in Letter)

Dear Mr. Wright,

If you’re behind this, speak now before I bust out my interrogation techniques.

Dear Duddy,

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That sort of information doesn’t come for free, I’m afraid.  Fifty bucks, or my lips remain sealed.

Dear Afool Ishdud,

The human imagination can only reach so far.  It takes every last bit of one’s strength and mental capacity just to live the life they were born into.

Oh, look at this!  There’s already a whole bunch of letters written to me.  I’ll go ahead answer those first.

Works for me.  Like I already said, she’s crazy.

You know it!

I’m still working on that, but I’ll be sure to let you know.  Hm hm!

Hmm...  I don’t believe I read up on them.  Let me just see who they are...

Prosecutors, huh?  And they both enjoy beating up on the defense?  I always knew they couldn’t be trusted...

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You’re talking about my backstory, aren’t you?  I suppose my memories are human constructs, much like I am, but they still matter to me.

I’m looking forward to making some new ones, of course!  Hm hm!

Just one of those will do, thanks.

You’re far too kind.

Thank you!  I was wondering when someone would notice them.  Incidentally, the color of my nail polish happens to be “emerald green.”

Dear Afool Ishdud,

Nowhere, last time I checked.  I don’t really check that sort of thing regularly, but I feel like it’d be hard to miss.

(Link in Letter)

Dear Afool Ishdud,

Is this your way of getting back at the world for how you were named, by any chance?

Dear Afool,

I don’t have any secrets to hide there.  My face is just one of the lucky ones, I guess.

Either that, or it turns out that sweating is the best cure for acne.