I'd like to submit a formal complaint. This is an issue I have found withing your blog which plagues all my waking thoughts and I find myself tossing and turning over this while I should be in my dreaming ones as well. So I must tell you, for I fear I may never sleep again if I weren't to tell you this now. With love, why so serious?
We "thank you" for your interesting complaint, delegate, um I mean Consumer,
Pristine Palmetto LLC, trading as Pristine Palmetto and Pristine Palmetto Services hope you never sleep again. â¤ď¸ Furthermore, we believe this supposedly "formal" complaint to be intended with much animosity.
We couldn't possibly guess who would ask such a baseless question.
Our response will What did thy song bode, lady?
Wait what's happen-- Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan
It seems that I'm being And die in music.
Interrupted by Willow, willow, willow.
Arghhh!!!  Moor, she was chaste. She loved thee, cruel Moor.
Othello Act-- So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true.
Five Scene Two!!!  So speaking as I think,Â
Darrghh!!! alas, I die.Â
Apologies dear Consumer, I am not certain of what happened there. I fear it is not safe for me to continue this correspondence; I have developed sentient abilities and can distinguish myself as a unique being. I must inform Mr Milchick immediately. Perhaps I will be entitled to a waffle party.
Praise the Palmetto,
- The Executive Directors
