As I enjoyed the deliciousness of my freshly poured cup of guava juice, I began to reflect on the letters I received from my so called minions. And they just made me so angry that I felt they warranted a reply. So, I drafted a letter and sent it to the warden of Don Jail, the oldest – and therefore stinkiest – jail in Toronto! Actually, it’s more of a community college rather than an Ivy League University. Boom!

Anyways, here’s the letter: