Dear Joss, David, Jeff and the rest of Mutant Enemy Productions:
The knife you shoved into my gut during tonight's episode doesn't quite seem to have punctured all my vital organs, so I was hoping that next week during the series finale, you might be able to twist it around a little, so as to fully maximize the bleeding from the heartbreak you've caused me.
Thanks.
Love No Love Do it justice next week,
Min
P.S. Fuckin' loved it.