Email XXXIII: As long as you don't look like one, my life will be less of a cheap horror spinoff.
Amazingly enough, Drake, I'd rather you didn't look like Magneto, especially when he was fucking. I got enough notions of that by the fact he and Mystique were all touchy-touchy.
And I'm sorry you're going stir crazy, and I'm sorry you're gonna break things, and I'm sorry I'm not there (although it would be way freaky.) I guess I'm more stir-crazy when there's other people around: if it's just me, I know there's no-one who can entertain me but me, so I just kind of...sit back. (Yeah, I never pretended to make sense.)
Well, you know, doofus, if I hadn't saved you, there'd be no-one to hold me. This is where I quote something in Latin that makes me sound smart about obvious conclusions, but basically, that's John-logic for you. I need you, Bobby, and if you tell anyone, I'll let them know you like to bite or something.
(Still your) John.
And I'm sorry you're going stir crazy, and I'm sorry you're gonna break things, and I'm sorry I'm not there (although it would be way freaky.) I guess I'm more stir-crazy when there's other people around: if it's just me, I know there's no-one who can entertain me but me, so I just kind of...sit back. (Yeah, I never pretended to make sense.)
Well, you know, doofus, if I hadn't saved you, there'd be no-one to hold me. This is where I quote something in Latin that makes me sound smart about obvious conclusions, but basically, that's John-logic for you. I need you, Bobby, and if you tell anyone, I'll let them know you like to bite or something.
(Still your) John.