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Dear Moulder,

there are several things going wrong in my life; my sister, for example, who has fallen for a guy with leatherpants and a motor cycle, my true love rival ignores my challenges and rather spends his days in his bedchambers -- no, I'm not jealous -- but those things I can take care on my own. (I have pointy arrows and they always find their target). But! What I cannot accept is a pervy priest creeping in my father´s room and sending him in a half-asleep killing spree because he was groped (especially since the pervy priest managed to escape). My father is a highly respected man and does not deserve this treatment. Consider yourself dead. Oh, almost forgot the question; should I punch or kiss the Renaitian bastard?

Sincerely,
murderous prince