My dear fellow living being,
I hope you are safe and well.
It pains me to let you know that I am not doing very well myself. You see, Ram encroaches upon my house and calls it his bed. He snores, tosses and turns all night (sometimes in the afternoons and evenings too), robbing me and my friends of the chance to get some well-deserved rest after a hard day's work. As if that won't do, he has awful dreams. Not nightmares, but awful dreams.
I am naturally angry and am planning on exacting revenge. And how exactly am I planning on doing that? I have managed to lift his credentials and have turned him into the ghostwriter of a book of dreams from my point of view. Balderdash basically, but hey, it isn't in my name. The nincompoop wannabe doesn't know and won't know until he is forced to change his password. Even if he does, he will let this book be, for he will believe that it will make him popular. And, I will continue to peddle my nonsense as his while he waddles along the exquisite corridors of grand delusion and ignorance. I can get away anytime by claiming I was misquoted if the need arises, can't I?
Please join my cause by enjoying my seemingly serious, yet useless and disrespectful interpretation of dreams. That way I can I get to tell you some of his stupid dreams and together, we can turn him into a laughing stock. I can't wait to start and I will be grateful for your support and kind consideration. For he bugs me to no end - pun intended - and it is high time.
In anticipation of your understanding, support and cooperation, I am,
Yours sincerely,
🐞
(The Angry Bedbug)
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Through the Cracks - The Angry Bedbug's book of dreams
HumorAn angry bedbug takes it upon himself to turn his tormentor into a laughing stock. Does he succeed? Does he get rightful ownership of the bed that doesn't belong to him?