Hey there, Squall!

How's everything with you? For me, it's been pretty normal since I got back from Deling City and that whole working in the crappy diner mess. Normal . . . and kinda boring. Just been solving this, that, and the next damn problem, and it's been driving me batshit crazy every day!

Of course, that all ended when Kiros brought me today's paper. It had that insane SOB Odine on the front page. Apparently, he's going by "Big O" now and has made it big as a rap star of some sort. Are you kidding me?! He just left Esthar and ALREADY he's a big star?! That is fuggin' BS! I can't believe that bastard's getting so much glory!

Oh, but don't worry. I'm not letting him enjoy it so easy. Me, Kiros, and Ward are off to pay him a little visit in Balamb. Just found out he's having a concert there soon. If you don't see me there beforehand, you'll see me during it. I'll be one of the three masked guys throwing eggs at Mr. Big O.

And maaaaaaaaybe some grenades.

See ya soon!

Laguna

P.S.,

I just watched the first episode of The Amazing Final Fantasy Race, and I've gotta say, Squall, letting Rinoa call every shot? Bidding 6,000 after someone already bid 10,000? (That Edgar guy was right -- you do need to keep up with conversations!) Bidding on the wrong item? Finishing ninth out of eleven teams? Gimme a friggin' break, man! Step it up already!