I swear to Hyne, if Squall asks me one more time who the hell I am, I'm going to punch him in the face.

Very funny. Whatever bastard stole them wants my Hyperion up their ass.

If you think this is some April Fool's joke, you're in your fucking dreams.

This is a late reply (like I give a shit), but it looks like I'm not the only one bitching.

Carry on.

HOLY FUCKING HYNE. Why in Hyne's hell did I have to turn into this... cute thing?! Ugh!

Cowboy, you'd better stay the hell away from me. In fact, that goes for all of you douche bags.

Everywhere I turn, I hear about a festival being planned and a man-auction.

It looks like people here have lost it.

What the hell is wrong with people these days? And what the hell is with this thing that's on my door?

Holy Hyne, you people need to get a freaking life.

These damn things are ridiculous. Then again, people here are, too. What the hell are they talking about this stupid crap about full moons? It's almost like people are obsessed about trivial things like this. It's really getting old.

Then again, the roommate is acting like a kicked puppy. Oldest shit here, I guess.

Damn it, I need a freaking job.

You bastards. Don't you bitches take me to that place again.

Thanks for dinner, Zell...

Hyne damned freaking son of a bitch.

Hell.

I come here to get away from all the bullshit back home, and the first thing I find out is Squall's here. That's great.

Edit: I'm leaving for Balamb in the morning. Hyne damn it...