Dear Blue and White,
We’d just be so powerful together. Think about it; a two-color undergraduate magazine that’s old as shit, and a sexy, politically reformed, totally honest newspaper touching paper tips to take on the University, our rivals, and anyone who dares to stand in our way. No one could stop us; our little literary babies would break into Spec’s headquarters with your brains and then rip all their computers and content with my sharp, surprisingly durable teeth. You can go to my dentist if you want to kiss, you know. I’ll put you on my insurance. Wait, is that transactional? I didn’t mean that, baby. We can kiss for free. Promise.
What do you say?