Dear Sphere,
Ya really like makin' my life harder, don'tcha? Well if you're gonna have the audacity to stick me in a dress, ya should at least make it fit. This thing's hangin' off my shoulders! I can't work like this! At this rate, I'm gonna end up in my skivvies at work. 'least ya let me keep those and my boots.
[ There are scribbles and marks askew as Rabbit trips and crashes >_< ]
Where're the scissors? I'm gonna cut this shorter.
No love,
Rabbit.