Dear Mr Feet,
Since I sincerely do not know how to spell your name, I will call you mr feet from now on.
I wanted to apply for prefect, but realized how retarded you are and said 'I would be a minion of a little retarded minion if I become a prefect', so im writing this chain mail. The only reason im applying its because it looks good, and I actually do hope to make a difference. Not. Have you SEEN the people at our school? The layer of make-up is the layer of my leg-hair at winter. God, mr feet, I think you should leave while you can. How much do they pay you for this anyway?
Much dislike,
You're soon-to-be favorite.
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