Dear Mun . . .

You do realize that I don't have time for one of your childish games, right? I have whales to find and make sure they spend all their money at the Montecito. There is no way that I am letting you keep me in this "head space" with all your other nutty characters. I can't let all that revenue go to some other casino or I will be fired. I like my job, I'm the best at it, and you can't keep me here. Are we clear?

Are you even listening?