Nose

I can smell the pongy, whiffy, niffy, stinky odour of the future quandary which may lead to uncertainty of the management's stability on account of thick-skinned stupids. Some of you might read this and spread the news, well then pleasure! Strongly made for criminal rats who keep on munching the cheese of the chief while the huge cat is away.

Even rats knew that stealing is a crime and now you guys stood like full-blooded rats whose teeth are vigorous and acting like more than a bloodsucker. You can mess with me but not with the enchanted realm that was established through hard work and all, with blood and exudation. No one of you could enter the archway of secrecy to munch all the cheese and continue the legacy. You cannot... with or without ID.

I'm warning all of you from crews to heads. Be afraid because I will give you bunch of reasons why. This may be an informal act of announcement but you can never tell me the meaning of formality since I perceived the irregularity of accounts and off-the-record withdrawals. How tragic.

I'm only using my nose 'till I got time for my eyes to open for you to put on jail. I can easily trace the very good source of the catastrophes, don't make me try. There's no way for you to cover your head once I tried.

If you think you're a possible suspect and you know something about this... report to Brav, immediately. IMMEDIATELY.


I'll fire those who act like clean and ignored.