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Machiovich owned a boat, for the sailing and such. He walked around in his town, and waved at most, and eat everything he saw. Hey look at that, Machiovich is eating a corndog!

Dear Corndog,

I am about to eat you. I have coated you in mustard, that should have been your first warning. Hey, I’m covered in mustard… Things that are about to get eaten are covered in mustard. That is what you should have been thinking, when I covered you in mustard. Once I bit into you, you could know for certain, you are being eaten, but it was possible for you to know ahead of time too. Heck, you should have known you were gunna get eaten when you were born a corndog. Anyways, you’re crazy for not thinking you were gunna get eaten. You’re crazy. You are crazy!

-Dr. Machiovich

Dr. Machiovich (Machiovich being his first and last name) folded the envelope and left it on a random door step for a random person. How random! He would come back later and break into that house and murder that person and process their body into hotdogs, and wrap corn bread around them and then coat that cornbread in mustard and then eat it. but he would wait until they threw the letter out first. Those bastards, not recycling and what not.

Machiovich Machiovich walked down the block to the grocery store, and walked in the front door. The greeter greeted him and he greeted in return. Can you greet in return?

Brandon Herigart opened up his door, and on his front porch was a letter. It was was sloppily written, almost illegible actually. What it appeared to say was:

Deer Corndog