It's definitely around here, and getting closer.
Midi's skull is met with the gentle poke of a paper plane, flown at him by...
Heya.
Um, yo!
I got mail for ya.
Fan mail? That's so nice!
Those hearts... a love letter???
No shortage of those lately. So many I've been dumping them into The Bin.
All for me? No way...
No way is right. They were definitely not all for you.
You know, I wouldn't mind if someone wrote me a love letter. Just throwing it out there.
Seems like you wanna be praised.
You know what--
Uhhh, are you gonna open it?