Dearest Empty Nutshell,

Your worthless hull that has no further potential other than being tossed into a compost pile.

Opie, upon returning, may step on you for the mere pleasure of hearing crunch and crumble.

Joe, if seeing laying next to a pile of doggie doo, most assuredly will mow you over with the lawnmower causing the shell minuscule fragmentation intermixed with doggie doo.

Spiced with a wee bit of sarcasm just for fun.

Your glorious nemesis,

Blu, the Great