EIkmilk.. There is little I can say about how true of friends we weren't. You were a soggy sausage, but I, Enricho, would have never wished your death. You were the best rival a man could have and despite our seemingly distant connections after my return, I could still feel you seething when I'd call out to you. Such a soggy sausage. Your lactose intolerant milk kingdom has fallen and I've little to be happy about. The great Enricho needs a new rival now! How ridiculous of you to cease your existence when I still Live!

There will be an empty void where your cruelty used to be. There's only so much more I can say, but I've come to the streets this fine afternoon to hear stories of other rivals since passed... and maybe.. just maybe, I could find a new rival as formidable as you, EIkmilk, but I fear no one will match up.

It isn't exactly noon, EIkmilk.. just like it's never exactly midnight.

May God rest your soul.