Dear Maid II

Maid,

Do you not have anything to do other than stare at me while i eat? It really creeps me out. Every time i look up from my meat breakfast, i can see through your vacant eyes to the cavern in your skull, where a drooling baboon with a stick plays an eternal game of whack-a-mole with itself.

Sorry to come down on you so hard. I know you are trying. To do what, i don't know. But realize, you are such an easy target. And your ineptitude is the only entertainment i'm getting at the moment.

Thank You.

PS- No matter how many times you call me "Hoogo", it's not my name.