Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Dec 1, 2019 7:47:01 GMT
TO: Monsieur George Porget, Proprietor of the Lady's Slipper
Word reaches me of your intention to remove me from my post should justice go against me. Well what a sorry fellow you are, as my current employer I would have expected a hearty show of support for your employee, a petitioning for my release along with whatever resources you could bring to bear to help clear my name of this most preposterous of charges. Yet, what do we see a bland shrug of the shoulders and the harsh intention of dismissal. I greased your sweaty palms with a hefty bag of monies, damned near bankrupted me in fact to get that job in the first place, and this is how you treat me! I've a good mind to demand satisfaction from you and when I get out of this god awful gaol I may just do so, you're very close to being a dead man walking Porget.
I shall not allow you the chance to stoop so low Porget, who needs your second rate whorehouse of a job anyway. I had already become disillusioned with the role, it hardly allows me to widen my scope of medical prowess when my duties merely entail me sluicing out a bunch of cheap whores on a monthly basis, often finding myself elbow deep in an array of bucket fanny old cloppers. What's more the Slipper is a dive and don't think I am not aware that you regularly water down the wine!
Thus I herewith resign as Physician and instead intend to pursue an entirely different career since my experiences there have put me off of medicine for life.
Guiseppi Spaghetti
Son of a Chevalier
Word reaches me of your intention to remove me from my post should justice go against me. Well what a sorry fellow you are, as my current employer I would have expected a hearty show of support for your employee, a petitioning for my release along with whatever resources you could bring to bear to help clear my name of this most preposterous of charges. Yet, what do we see a bland shrug of the shoulders and the harsh intention of dismissal. I greased your sweaty palms with a hefty bag of monies, damned near bankrupted me in fact to get that job in the first place, and this is how you treat me! I've a good mind to demand satisfaction from you and when I get out of this god awful gaol I may just do so, you're very close to being a dead man walking Porget.
I shall not allow you the chance to stoop so low Porget, who needs your second rate whorehouse of a job anyway. I had already become disillusioned with the role, it hardly allows me to widen my scope of medical prowess when my duties merely entail me sluicing out a bunch of cheap whores on a monthly basis, often finding myself elbow deep in an array of bucket fanny old cloppers. What's more the Slipper is a dive and don't think I am not aware that you regularly water down the wine!
Thus I herewith resign as Physician and instead intend to pursue an entirely different career since my experiences there have put me off of medicine for life.
Guiseppi Spaghetti
Son of a Chevalier