I am writing to you today to finally get what I deserve. Do you know how hard it's been for me in the last 10 years? After being mutated into a giant pig, seeing my comrades getting kicked in the a*s by a one-man army (seriously, this guy could almost kick you with his two mighty feet AT THE SAME TIME, how unfair was that), our last hope, the new refugee alien base, was destroyed. Which is really infuriating, because, as you may not know, it is very hard trying to blend in the LA suburbs when you look like you just escaped from a slaughterhouse. I can't enter the entertainement venues anymore, the kids laugh at me and I'm paying taxes for "owning an exotic pet". What a disgrace. I try hard to be seen as a good citizen, hell, I even respect the Muslims, but nothing good ever comes back. Following the infamous 1996 events, I got a job in the only position I could apply for, bouncer in a nightclub, but every now and then this blonde guy came in, kicked my girls in the face and dwarfed me with this weird-a*s green ray.

Now I've been unemployed for the last 10 years, I got into a nervous breakdown and my wife left me on the grounds that "I do not want to sleep with someone who reminds me of the contents of my fridge". She's now living a happy relationship with a liztrooper (that detachable-tail thing got into her, if you know what I mean).

Also, some strange company kept telling me that I would get my job at LAPD back, but I learnt last year that they went bankrupt for some reason. Now that I know that you took over, I would like you to give me back my job, or at least a place in the credits.

Porcine regards,

hohun.

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