Dearest
Jana,
Your inbred
attempt at a cruel bon mot betrays your true heart of darkness; but your brutal style rather resembles that of one who speaks English as a third language, my Joevial Comrad.
Yea, let us parry about the checkered board with King Homer and Queen Marge and Naive Bart. I shall lull you into subservient, rub-my-doggy-belly capitulation by reciting treatise upon treatise on inductive method and the Bridges of Königsberg County.
Yeah, let my call undulate over smoove Wave Hill and 'neath the yellow-
trained Sunset Park.
I'm freshah than U.S. Acres and fierceah than the razor-
beaked fnark.
My babe's a chess instructah; she say I ain't undercuted.
(Yeah) My primacy in ajedrez is heavyweight - and still undisputed.
And I'll consistently steal your turn in Super Mario Brothers 3. That goes for all of you, my
friends.