𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲, I am so ready to kill off the S.T.A.R.S one by one.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲, Chris is a cunt.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲, It has come to my attention that I may very well have a son. This information dissatisfies me plenty.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲, Bravo's rookie seems to be evolved with a fugitive, and though I can not refute the fascination, this criminal is far too savage. Romancing a delinquent— the nerve. I admire her moxie, but I still have to penalize the action. Two week suspension.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲, I believe the brownies in the breakroom labeled "Get your own — Chris." were contaminated. Furthermore, the boulder in my office appears to be mouthing the words "Help me"