Dear Thief

You stole my headphones and I know it.

I remember them being somewhere in the clutter in my room. And then you broke into my room. And you ransacked the entire place. And you found my headphones (you weren't interested in the iPod).

Then you tried them out (which explains why my Ipod wasn't where I left it). And you started cleaning up. And you must have spent hours on end cleaning because when I got back it looked the same as when I left. Exactly the same. Except for the iPod. You must be some sort of mastermind of genius to have executed the whole scheme so seamlessly.

Well thief, this is my oath to you: I will hunt you to the end of the earth if it takes my last dying breath. And with the energy from that breath, I will retake the earphones you stole.

Consider yourself warned.