Dear goblin babysnatchers:
I know we've had our differences in the past -I cannot atone for the hundreds of soldiers slain and dismembered in a multitude of humerous ways at my command- but, seriously, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? It's been fifteen years since this settlement was founded, the babies have been booming like crundles, and I have yet to see a single one of you clods or find any evidence of your handiwork. Why? Is it because of the Grizzly Corridor of Horror? Or the grindgore device? Or the pulper? Because I can just turn those off for you. Honest.
Okay, maybe not the pulper, but you can just avoid that route anyway.
Sincerely, Your (Most?) Hated Enemy.
Dear Asob Pulleyshocks:
Stop puking on the vegetable pile. Yes, I know you can't help if you're nauseated by the sun, but you do not need to puke on the vegetable pile. We have plenty of dark and abyssal living quarters for you to play in. Stop exposing yourself to the blazing summer sun every time you want to play with a toy hammer. At the very least you should be capable of moving into the shade (or, you know, off the vegetable pile) before the uncontrollable retching starts. I've been quite lenient with your behaviour since your mother was driven insane by having nothing to do and being too busy doing nothing to see you, but if this behaviour continues you may just find your bedroom occupying the same space as the grindgore tracks.
Sincerely, Your Beloved Ruler.
Dear Unes Bucksoak the Lush Crab (Hill Titan):
While I was initially rather amused by your decision to fly directly into the underground garbage dump (i.e. mass grave for suicidal idiots and cow parts), your refusal to leave, either to face my firing squad or indeed even to stop an undefended bricklayer from sealing you in, has become something of an issue. You see, without a centralized location for the storage of idiot remains (and cow parts), most of these articles have simply been flung off a high bridge onto the farming village below. As you can probably imagine, the property value has since declined considerably. I am therefore currently in the process of plotting your untimely demise and would like to know what times work for you?
Sincerely, A Friend.