Dear mr ching chong .
It was certainly not my fault that a quarter of the city blew up i just need food for my family to survive. Then he trapped me in the suitcase i was scared, angry, and frustrated
he laughed so i pressed the buttons without knowing what would happen. I thought that it was a dj set because of all the lights but it wasn’t it was a death machine but how would i know that i was just having fun.