Your Second Order
The image has been produced to your specifications. The codes are hidden within and the rest of the message has been dispersed on previous posts. Standard procedure was followed so there shouldn't be a problem finding any of it. Nobody else will notice.
On That Note...
Listen, I got the memo, okay? I heard you loud and clear!
I still don't think it's wise to connect this order with the last one, so I've hidden the link in plain sight. They'll never find it. I'm not sure who's in charge over there, but I suggest they wise up and get their shit together. If you morons can't find it, I'm not sure what to say. Hire a detective.
I received payment for the previous order three days late and somebody fucked up royally.
I asked for a black Lambo. Why I must now live with this orange piece of shit in my driveway baffles me every morning when I wake up. Which reminds me, don't forget to top up the fuel card. It's embarrassing enough rolling into a gas station in my heatbag orange piece of shit. Trying to explain away insufficient funds to some teenager suffering from brain rot and selfie addiction should never be on my list of shit to do that day.
A Few Other Things
- The cocaine you sent killed three hookers. Not my problem.
- I've seen Youtube. Get your shit together and stop hiring artists who lack the ability to keep this all on the down low. I don't feel like losing my job because of all this bad press.
- I realize everyone will continue to think this is fake and those videos are real, but we can't keep rubbing it in their faces.
- Seriously. Fire the son of a bitch who can't tell the difference between black and orange.
- What ever happened to that woman who preferred my work look cheap like the image below? She seemed nice...
- Get rid of that fucking Chad guy, or I will.
- Have a nice day.
