Dear Mr. Sun,
You are a WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE. Why don't you take your "shiny" and your "happy" and your "yellow-ee-ness" and go bother someone that *didn't* consume an entire keg of Aventinus last night? I know you only come out around here once a month, but why today? WHY?
If you can't find it in your coal black shriveled up little heart to go away, can you at least just kill me quickly? I think one good unobscured ray would be enough to send me to Aneurysmville-Pop. 1.