Dear Ms.Cewl, I am writing to you from my dirty hotel room to inform you that the true and honest reason me and my team rejected your application for Fishtank is because you make us all violently ill. Seriously, what the fuck. I tried jerking off to your nudes but like a derailed train crashed on the side of the tracks, my little pecker just wouldn't go! My colleague, Jet Neptune, described your vagina as an empty void ready to destroy anything in its path like a blackhole. Please never contact me, my team, or any contestants. Otherwise, I will get lawyers involved. I have also attached a REAL and NOT EDITED image that perfectly encapsulates my feelings towards you. Thank you for reading this. Love, Sam Hyde.
