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Subject: Sn1ffed Chat Log 6
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Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 14:35:17 +1000
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M: Man, what the fuck is up with your group? Where are the serious
hackers, the smart ones?

R: Uh . . . dey be around, bro. Why yoo axe?

M: Cause they act all stuck-up with me. I think they're intimidated.
They know I'm a Unix guru and a supergeek.

R: Snarf!!!!!

M: What was that? I understand why they don't really welcome me, or
talk to me. Nobody likes to look stupid. And everybody looks stupid
next to me.

R: Yo, man, I don't THINK that's what it is.

M: Yeah, just another failure to communicate. Story of my life. Huh,
you don't think so?

R: No, dude, yoo can't get over wit a new group, any new group, when
yoo come in netKKKoppin and shit, callin up da trollZ work, makin all
kinda acc-yoo-zay-shunins bout 'em. Yoo know how bad it look when even
da trollZ won't talk to yoo? Fuck, they talk to everybody, even they
own dicksocks.

M: Hrmph. Well. I'm on THEIR side. I want to fit into this newsgroup.
Why don't they see that?

R: Right now they ain't right in dey heads. They havin' a damned tea
party and creative writin' class . . . ain't seein' no hax0rin', no
pedo-busting, nothin' malicious at'all, just a fuckin bunch of pussy
Girl Scouts.

M: <hiccup>

R: Yo, man, say what?

M: <sob>

R: Dude, what yoo laffin' about?

M: I'm not laughing. Sometimes this shit really gets to me. <sniff> I
know it's just usenet, but it's the same damn thing in real life, too.
People always think the worst about me. <sniff>

R: Yo, yoo ain't CRYING over this shit, man!

M: I don't expect you to understand. <honk>

R: Yoo got a goose in yo house?

M: Shut up, Raymond. If I could have just gotten Vampi to understand
me and give me a chance. Fuck. She won't even listen to me now.

R: Vampz is kewl. But like I said - they ain't no more MALISHUSH in
alt.hackers.malicious. Yo, somebody ought to put up a sign on the
door, remind peeples it ain't
alt.we.are.family-i.got.all.mah.sistas.wit.me.

M: <boo-hoo-hoo> Man, can't you talk to her?

R: I done tried to talk to her. She don' lissen to me no mo, she
disrespect me in my group, my channel, my fuckin house . . . an' I
would be buggin 'cept I KNOW she still luv me. Yeah. She be back cause
she DO luv me, down deep somewhere.

M: <honk> You know, I don't like to let on about this, but I am a very
sensitive man.

R: They gots some trojanz can help yoo wit dat if yoo need it.

M: No, you don't understand. <sniff> I have feelings, deep feelings.
It hurts me that she just doesn't care and <honk> she probably never
will.

R: Yo, Martin. Yoo know how wimmens is. And they all alike about some
shit. Yoo got to pretend like yoo respect 'em cause that never fails.
An' they be comin' back for more respectin' and when they do, yoo find
the sploit.

M: Sploit?

R: Exploit. Vuln'rability. A good woman ain't no different than a good
server. Find that soft spot and root the bitch.

M: I'll be damned. That does make sense, I guess.

R: Sho 'nuff. Then once yoo apply yo special patch, she be secured.
0wned. Heh. So say Rikijo and dat be da troof!

M: Well, how about an example? I don't think Vampi's got any kind of
vulnerability.

R: She don' like no stalkers or mens that try to o-press wimmen.

M: I don't do that shit, Ray. Where's the PROOF? Like I say, no PROOF
of anything!

R: Well, yoo ain't acted like no gentleman - yoo do the zakt things
she don't tolerate from no man.

M: I was TROLLING! Don't you people know a masterful troll when you
see one?

R: Then yoo should tell HER that.

M: I'm gonna write to her. And tell her the truth.

R: What's that mean?

M: Truth is when you're not lying, Ray.

R: Hmmmm......

M: I'm gonna tell her how much I like her and how I think she's really
cool and I'd like to be her friend. I would like to help her get over
being stalked or whatever trauma she suffered that affected her
judgment and made her think I'm not the whitest white hat good guy on
the net.

R: I dunno, man.

M: Well, it's worth a try. I'm gonna do it RIGHT now. You stay here on
the flower and wait for me. See if you can find the BuZZard and both
of you can read my letter before I send it.

R: Uh, whatEVER, bro. Where ya sendin' it, pedomorte?

M: Oh shit. If I sent email to the cod hole's domain she'd act like I
mailbombed her. You and the BuZZ got connections, you can forward it
to somebody, can't you?

R: I'll see.

M: Ten thousand pennies if you get my mail to her.

R: This little piggy, that little piggy . . . ten thousand! Shit! Yoo
bet I can! Just go write the damn letter . . . leave the courier part
up to the Jedi, man.


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pH1