Dear Fucking Bomb People:
We all know that you are morons.
Anyone who would dedicate their lives to making bombs is obviously missing something from their mental and moral fiber.
Now, I am writing you a kick-ass training program, despite your best efforts to get me to either (a) stick my head in the oven or (b) reconsider my decision to not become a waitress, because frankly, even those fucking people that wave their coffee cups in the air aren’t as god damed annoying as you are.
Here’s the issue: You are all too stupid to understand what I’m writing. Yeah, I said it. So why don’t we cut through the bullshit? You admit you’re a bunch of asshats; I’ll write something that waters down the Myers-Briggs and makes everyone feel all warm and fuzzy about their “personal styles”; Which, even if they exist, are not allowed to flourish in your industrial complex hellhole.
Love, She Who Cannot Be Named for Security Reasons