A draft to aeschraes_rant_rival.GetFirstNameNoTooltip (event)
In shadows deep, a figure vile,
A conniving little turd, oh guile!
With every word, a twisted scheme,
Deception woven, a ... the devils dream?
Lifting my pen from the page, I understand it feels good to work towards something like this poem. aeschraes_rant_rival.GetFirstName has been a thorn in my side for far too long and I am ready to explode. This letter will be delivered to their residence tomorrow, and after aeschraes_rant_rival.GetFirstNameNoTooltip reads it, it will promptly explode in oh so much fire.
That's what you get.`