Dear Victor Frankenstein,
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, buddy boy. You made a man. Who killed your entire family. Mush on, sledge dogs. Mush.
Dear Frankenstein's Monster,
Whoops. You killed the only human who could stand your hideous face without trying to shoot it out from under your dark and beautiful, wind-whipped hair. Huh.
Dear Elizabeth Lavenza,
What was your major malfunction? You just walked right by Mr. Henry Clerval, didn't you? If only you would have been cast on a reality television show, this could have worked out better for you.
