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Subject: Sn1ffed Chat Log 18
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Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 16:10:20 +1000
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M: <overseas operator, I need to call country code 44, number
TIMS-DUM-ASS. Thank you . . . . Thorne? Is that you? Hannigan.

T: Spanked, are we, old boy?

M: Me? Fuck, no. I'm the Hillside Spankler. Just giving you a shout
from the boat, that's all, man.

T: Is this line secure?

M: I guess so. Yeah.

T: Guesses? Only good for horseshoes and shots to the skull, old boy.

M: You lifted that from Flagg!

T: No, Flagg lifted it from me. What is it, Hannigan? I have a couple
of spare hours and I'm looking for an open server.

M: Put the fucking bot down and listen up. I need your help.

T: <snort> I'm afraid I can't help you. I told you to stay out of the
hackers newsgroup and you insisted you knew what you were doing.
Ho-hum. What a fine mess you've made for yourself, Hannigan.

M: Timmy, you just don't know-

T: Rikijo is coming. And boy, is he pissed.

M: <wets pants> At me???

T: What are you fretting about? Do you have anything that could be
broken?

M: Um, well, my Geocities sites aren't reliable. I guess there could
be a link that's not working on one or two. Shit, I don't know.

T: Attrition doesn't do freeservers. Those sites will be of no
interest.

M: So are you gonna help me, Timmy?

T: No, I just want to watch if something's likely to be <cough> 0wned.
That's all.

M: You're a heartless bastard.

T: <g> Of course, I personally orchestrated this entire chain of
events. I planned it from the very beginning and watched all of you
dance like marionettes.

M: You always say that AFTER something happens.

T: Get to the point, Hannigan. If indeed there is one.

M: Just one small favor, Timmy. I'm kind of lost . . . well, it's a
long story, but I fell out of my boat and the Coast Guard pulled me
out with a crane. Now my satellite is all fucked up and he he.......
the doppler radar on this 50' Luhr is ALSO fucked up. So I'm lost. I'm
drifting. I have no clue where the hell I am, navigationally speaking.

T: So what is it you'd like me to do, report that Free Willy is at
large?

M: Smartass. No. What I want you to do is post as me.

T: No.

M: You've done it before. I've done it for you. I can deal with being
lost at sea. What I CAN'T deal with is anyone claiming spank on me
because my satellite's dead.

T: <evil laughter> Thanks for the easy scalp, Marty.

M: Fuck you, bot boy, international criminal-

T: Goodbye, Marty. And ........... SPANK!!!


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pH1