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From: pHant <[email protected]>
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Subject: Sn1ffed Chat Log 8
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Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 09:47:45 +1000
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M: Damn. I fuckin crawl on glass in public for her - not quite good
enough.

R: Yo, yoo still be trippin 'bout Vampz?

M: It's a witchhunt. A disinformation campaign.

R: Bro, j00 wanna trans0late that shit?

M: I'll dumb it down for you, sure. She kno.. er believes I'm Ossifer.
There is NO PROOF!!

R: But yoo tole her to axe about yoo bein' in Florida and the millions
of calls. An' yer plastic, muhahahahaha!

M: Which is good - IF the cod hole keeps her trap shut and doesn't
yell PROOF on account of she never said I was in Florida. I said it.
Fuck, I mean the Ossifer said it. And hundreds of phone calls - I just
pulled that out of my ass, too.

R: So yoo tryin' to get over with her but you be cryin cos you don't
quit lyin'????

M: Monk---Ray, you stick to your crackers and leave the SEing to the
master.

R: <snicker> Baiter.

M: What?!

R: Nuthin'. Hey, man, look, it's the BuZZ.

B: 'S up, dudeZ?

M: BuZZard! You believe me, don't you? You like me, don't you? Huh?
Well? Don't you? Huh? Well?

B: <leans on poop-stick for balance> Like the BuZZard seZ, it was a
hard core troll BUT I gueZZ joo might oughtta pick one story and stay
wit it cause yo aZZ is all over the place 'bout it.

R: Yo, yoo been in the pills awready?

M: Ray, here's a dollar. Go find the fucking Good Humor man. Now
what's this, BuZZard, you think my story's not consistent?

B: I gueZZ its conZiZtent but the problem iZZ, it changeZ all the
time.

M: Fuck. Words on a screen, that's all it is.

R: Yo, joo be serenadin' Vampz, tryin' to SE her and fucking CRYING
over her, then muhahahahaha, you say it just be words on a screen.
Bwahahaha!

M: Goatblower, if I want your opinion, I'll fart.

B: Whoa! Time for the BuZZ to put that poop-stick in action!

R: L8r, man.

B: But wait - don't joo got a poop-stick? Don't EVERYBODY got one?

R: I ain't got no poop-stick, homes. But my man Martin here got a
Texas dicksock and its name is--

M: Timmay! I mean - shut up, Raymond!

B: So, later, dudes. The BuZZard got to go NOW. <dances> I really do
got to go, ain't no lie.

M: So go already. Come back later.

B: <squirming> Time iZ money, man.

M: Oh fuck this - e me your account numbers, dude, I'll wire transfer
the money. Thank you for talking to me. Now go have a nice crap. At my
expense.

B: <running> pHanks!!!

R: Yo, I gotz to go too.

M: Yeah, now you mention it, I could stand to go myself. We meet back
here at 2000 hours for an important strategy conference.

R: What dat be?

M: Planning. My SE isn't working as planned, but I'll find another
way. I always do.

R: Maybe yoo should try a new SE.

M: Raymond, you've been bought and sold. I want you back here at 2000
hours and available for the rest of the night.

R: Yo, what time is that on a clock?

M: Eight in the P.M. And just remember: All your base are belong to
us! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! PUD_RADAR will save us. The trolls and stalkers
will be mine. And so will my little chix0rita Vampi . . . .you can bet
on that.

<evil laughter, toxic fumes>

R: <gag>


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pH1