Niut Dizhur: The Man, the Myth, the Master of Mishaps

Dear Niut Dizhur, I'm writing to you today to express my... concern. I mean, seriously, if your name were any more synonymous with disaster, it'd be a hurricane.

I remember one time, when I was just a naive freshman in college, I asked you to help me with my computer. I thought, "Sure, Niut Dizhur seems smart enough." Oh, how wrong I was.

You accidentally deleted my entire thesis. Like, the whole thing. Gone in a flash.

You spilled coffee on my laptop, frying it beyond repair. I still have the scars.

You tried to install a new software update and ended up locking me out of my own computer. And I'm pretty sure you chucked it out the window in a fit of rage.

Niut, I'm not sure what it is about you that attracts chaos like a magnet. But I'm starting to think that you're actually a secret agent sent from the Ministry of Disasters to wreak havoc upon unsuspecting students.

But hey, at least we can laugh about it all now, right? Right, Niut? Wait, where are you going with that hammer?

In all seriousness though, Niut Dizhur, you're a true friend. Despite your... quirks, you've always been there for me. You're the guy who makes me laugh until I cry, even when everything else in life is going wrong.

So, to Niut Dizhur, the master of mishaps, the bringer of laughter and destruction, I say this: thank you for being in my life. May your future endeavors be filled with slightly less chaos... but only slightly.

With love and a touch of trepidation,

Your disaster-prone friend