If you harken back to our earliest and fondest memories of Yoshi-p (the bright and keen young man from six months ago), a comparison to the Yoshi-p of today would suggest he has lost something - primarily the trusting and hopeful nature he was born with. A cursory glance at the decline in literary flare of his Producer's Letters is proof enough of that.

Our constant complaints and double-guessing have worn him down and caused him to grow up way too fast. He promised us so much and all we did was throw it back in his face like last week's garbage. Is this what you really wanted? Is it? To wear the poor man down to breaking point?

For shame.