Dear brother,

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Wow.

I can't believe you're actually asking for my help. I had to do a double take when I saw that message. You? You of all people reached out to me? I'm shocked. I'm honoured.

Why though? Did you lose control of your hunting dog? I always told you, if your dog tries to bite, keep that collar tight. I'm not sure if I need to point this out, but I didn't mean that (entirely) literally. You've always been too nice to your dog. What did you call it again? Samuel? Sebastian? Samson? They're not people. Don't let their little human skin suits they put on effect your perception of them. Man's best friend, my ass. Friend suggests equal, but we're better.

I remember how excited you were before you were given this job. Poor brother. It's a shame that it turns out that you were inadequate for this job, but, well, what did you expect?

Don't worry. Nobody is surprised.

I'll be there soon enough.

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