Dearest @Liam the Liberator,

As described in lurid detail in our previous correspondence, your delivery of our people from the heretofore undefeatable Jaws of Peril in the pre-revolution Computer Lab provided the Mouse Kingdom the opportunity to rise again, to "take the horns" of the oppressive tools of power, and to "give back" by way of or our reconstruction of what was formally our prison and torture chamber known as the Computer Lab. And that in that reconstruction process we delivered a little "something extra" as our special and enduring gift to you personally as the focus of our everlasting gratitude, as described in an encrypted fashion previously.

That said, our negotiation with Kingdom of Giants in this small corner of its vast empire (in the person of Dean of Psychic High School Dean Hammer and his team of corrupt counsel) in regards to our legal control of the Computer Lab continues to go poorly. From tiny insults like the insistence on using the enormous and difficult-to-scale office chairs, tables, and drinking glasses of your people in the negotiation room, to the persistent lies that they are unable to read our "tiny" writing or claiming things they simply refuse to acknowledge are "outside the range of human hearing," the Dean and his flunkies continue to reject the notion of negotiating in "good faith."

Though your contribution to our people is already without measure, oh @Liam the Liberator, we must ask now if you can suggest a proper path to independent arbitration, consistent with the laws of the Kingdom of Giants but more inclined to the pan-sentient and inalienable rights of decency, fairness, and common sense? Is there such an arbitrator in your realm to whom we can appeal who can see our supplication to its fair and honest solution?

On behalf of all my people, I remain, devotedly yours,

MeepMeep the Mouse
Official Ambassador and Agent of the Mouse Kingdom