Grosscanard,
I have never, nor will ever, allow anyone to speak for me or to inform me of
what to say when dealing with mine own personal matters. I say what I want,
when I want, to whom ever I want. It is one of the many facets of Diego de
la Vega that makes him everyone's, your's, mine, hers, Favourite Spaniard.
You are a boob, Fat Duck. To me you seem like that bully on the school
field who can't believe his girlfriend, tired of his ignorance and blatant
attempts at manhood, chose to lay with the greener grass. I suggest you
accept fate, accept your life path as No One's Favourite Anything. Though,
it is true I have yet to meet you, as I have not met many-a person within
Paris, I stick to my first impression: you are a boob.
I would thank-you, no, I will warn you not to bother Nicole again. Any
attempt by you to contact her will be hastily filed under G for Grosscan--
pardon my French, I meant it will be fed to dogs so after a few short hours
your correspondence will lie in the figurative dog crap in which you belong.
Diego de la Vega
P.S. Just what were you sticking an oar in? It must be terribly lonely at
the front? You know that kind of behaviour is court martialable?
