Barely... making it.
Dear Manual,
I read... what they wrote. I'm living on OCTARIAN SLIME?! Gross... to bad it won't get to me, cause I'll be dead before that. I wonder if they realize I'm gone... if they don't save me now, I'm not going to wait much longer. Because I can't. I'll die. They say this octarian slime lasted on me for a good while and that I was the most successful subject... All those countless inklings that they killed. Just to make THIS stupid, codfish smelling slime. This was a complete waste of my time... I wish I was gone now... I'd have no problems to deal with anymore. No nothing.
Signed,
Forge
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