Dear Squall,

How are things?  Not so good for me.

Well, just a few hours ago, I decided to take care of my little tramp problem and get that skanky bitch out of my lovely Zell's life.  To do that, I found a cyanide pill I needed in my drawer.  After I found the cyanide, I wheeled myself out of my room and into the cafeteria, where I spied Zell and his whore getting awfully giggly and touch-y over lunch.  (They were having hotdogs, as if that was any real surprise.)

Well, when I was sure neither was looking, I wheeled my way over to their table and opened the cyanide pill, releasing the poison into the trollop's drink.  (They were both too busy having a little eating contest with the hotdogs to notice me.)  Then, I wheeled away to safe spot and said to myself, "And now, I play the waiting game."  And wait I did.

Unfortunately, while they were still eating their hotdogs, Headmaster Cid walked by and, for some strange reason, picked up the tart's drink and drank it!  Damn!  It didn't even need a minute to work.  Headmaster Cid fell down dead in the middle of the cafeteria!

Some SeeDs were fortunately on hand.  They had to take him to Dr. Kadowaki in the infirmary, where they brought him back with a Life spell and dozens of Curaga spells.

He was okay, thank God, but my plan failed!  That filthy, cheap slut is still canoodling with my man!  And I'm not letting her get away with it!  That plan didn't work, but I'm sure my next one will!

. . . Now if only I can think of what my next plan is.  Well, I'm sure it'll come to me.  I'm calling it a night now, but I'll think of one in the morning.  Good night, Squall!

Love,

~Quistis