Get the tissues ready, you guys.
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Dear Mr Ramon,
Thank you for coming to our school and teaching us about weather.
Some day when I become supreme Utra-Lord of the universe I will not make you a slave, you will live in my 200 story (sic) castle where unicorn servants will feed you doughnuts off their horns.
I will personally make you a throne that is half platnum (sic) and half solid gold and jewel encrusted.
Thank you again for teaching us about meteoroligy (sic), you're more awesome than a monkey wearing a tuxedo made out of bacon wearing a cyborg unicorn with a lightsaber for the horn on the tip of a space shuttle closing in on Mars, while ingulfed (sic) in flames… And in case you didn't know, that's pretty dang sweet.
Sincerely,
Flint
