I save Hon. Mrs. Liddbeater, lady of large tonnage but considerable floatage. Hon. Oliver save Hon. Bluebell. Hon. Liddbeater save himself. Hon. Eclair save Hon. Stanhope. Hon. Captain save Hon. Bottle. So everybody were quite comfortable, thank you, hooking their nails to stumack of that boat. But where was room for me? I continue onwards splashing doggishly.
“Why should it?” I holla with water-spouts. “I save you from sick-death and yet you will not support me on your floater.”
“Get off of!” snagger Hon. Mrs. giving me crude push with heel while I attemp to sclutch.
“Did I not stop fish-catch?” I bubble frogfully.
“We can be sifficiently miserable without you!” narrate Hon. Oliver while making water-polo across my head.
“You are discharged!” howell Hon. Liddbeater. “Report to my office in New York for your payment.”
I hear this ingratitude with extreme compression of soul. How difficult it are to be useful when not required to do so! Therefore I would snub them with my immediate departure.
Thinking thusly I struck offward in gen. direction of New York and when lastly seen I feel very free, although expecting to be drowned.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.