[audio->action] 'course not!
I know! Fucking hag. Hopefully you've got some kind of innovative way of sending a fist to the face through the mail, because that's what she deserves!
... Anyway, yeah. I'll be there. Right now!
[And he switches of the feed and starts sprinting to the post office. He tries to stifle the hope that rises even as he runs - there's every chance that this won't work, but...
He arrives there in record time, looking a bit flushed in his Organisation XIII coat. There's still some paint in his hair.]