Justin: None of you have sent JP a fucking thing, so here's hoping to your death. What I'm trying to say is none of you are shit, and I wish all the worst things upon each of you and your families. I'll be spitting on your faces. I'll be having sex with your girlfriends/wives/mothers/sisters, and I'll be kicking your children. Write a fucking letter you fucking losers. Everytime something bad happens to you, know that I wished that shit on you, and that's how it went down. Your lives are gay anyway, JP doesn't want to read about your pathetic bullshit. As a matter of fact, if you want to write him at this point, just make some shit up, because your life is fucking boring and pointless, and he would fall asleep reading that shit. He needs to stay alert in combat, and listening to you all talk about how your have some pussy job and some ugly ass girlfriend and some stupid ass little hobby would put him in danger. Just recall a few of your favorite Justin stories, and pretend you're me.