Dear Mrs. B,
Seriously, you don't impress me much. Why don't you do all of us a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself, because the last thing we need is for somebody to laugh at us while we're in the middle of saving a life. And while you're at it, please buy yourself some manners because you clearly could use one.
You should know you aren't all that.
Wishing you a shitload of poos and pees,
Tintin
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