Correspondences from the Office of Giovanni 
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As told to his personal assistant, Meg.
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DISCLAIMER: Pokemon Creator’s Wealth > J.I’s Wealth. Who would have thought this ever evolving franchise would be such a frigging goldmine? 
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To My Most Affectionate Colleague,	
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It was never an intention of mine to share these deepest secrets of my mind and soul with you. It was never an option. I sat in that black chair in my office pondering the possibility of giving you the burden of this information. Could I trust my correspondent? Of course; trust was hardly the problem. However, it was the weight of this dangerous and explicit hindrance that kept me from sleep at night.<br>
However, now I have no choice. My own mistakes have ensured that this turn of events would happen. It was as if my mind was working behind my back, waiting for the opportune moment to set upon me its erroneous revenge. My brain would cooperate with me; bite its tongue when necessary— all of this just to find the perfect time to bite me in the ass. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just my ass that has been bitten.<br>
The other members in our backdoor society will have to deal with my mistakes as well. Some may wind up in jail; others will remain on the run from the authorities until they end up in Olivine City as white slaves. Yes, my friend, I have seen it happen. And there is nothing I can do about this slip of the lips. <br>
It seems that someone— perhaps the infamous Butch, may he rest in Hell, as he did to one of our allies at the JIA— has let various names from our society loose. This puts our members into grave danger, as all acts committed in the name of the society were completely illegal and violated more than 127 of the country’s laws. And our county jails should not be filled with vengeful and immensely rich landowners, but with the troublesome nusances who stir in the masses creative thoughts against your administration. <br>
I ask for your service, not only as your chief lobbyist but also as a concerned taxpayer. I hope that you understand the urgent nature of this situation. <br>


Honorably Yours,<br>

Giovanni,<br>
Unquestionable Head of Team Rocket
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A/N: This is basically going to be a fanfiction made of entirely comedic (hopefully) letters to the President of Kanto, NAMED BLACKED OUT FOR SECURITY AND LEGAL REASONS. Oh, and Meg, the stenographer working for Giovanni, is single if any 14/m/Viridian City are interested. 
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-J.I