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HaHA, cheating@sbccvm, self can type!  All of 402 words stampeded between
23.23.23 GMT and 23.24.25 GMT on Thursday last: I'm quite impossibly
impressed with m'self.  Listen, look, see, remember, you are not H760,
and it's a touch unchivalrous to wave yr armoury so glintingly when yr
eeenemy is still reloading her valve-worn water-pistol.  Urk, darling,
I'll reform you tractable yet: hands out of yr pockets, quit slouching,
and confine yr Comments to yr parentage.  Intolerable company the smile
may make, but it might be suased into use in lieu of apron if you should
ever find yrself pi(e)ously consuming amid banquets of Daniel's
fork-shunning buddies or dolefully disposing of the rhubarb pie into
which GR4302 in his literary toil has neglected to place a file when
you are being cheating@brixton.jail for yr terrible indiscrimes.

<Dear H760, in response to yr inquiry, it solves everything to speak to
yrself in belligerent stultiloquy: it's no fault of yrs if he is randomly
loveable, the EEEnemy in the third (3rd) person is the EEEnemy
improp(er)inquitous, and, what's more, unable to wield his "I wasn't
talking to you" stunt, which, with yr petty capacity to bear grudges, you
do not wish to forget until that's ... over.  The smallest such alterations
bring freedom from tyrannies: since yr watch stopped a few weeks ago, you
no longer find yrself checking time-minus-five(6) to see where he's
currently driving the company to cliff-top suicide notification.>

I cannot recall you ever kindly asking me anything, "asking" here as
opposed to menacing or hectoring (blunder, m'dear, blunder: I always
have done and always shall do anything you _ask_, you just need to be
more fastidious in yr phrasing): you might pinpoint for my creeping
comprehension the message in which you %think% you hinterlocuted me to
refrain from displaying the victimage _you_gave_yrself_, which is none
of my business, even if in the odd presumptive fit I should claim
otherwise: all I have ever displayed is the badge you gave me stating
"Kept Nuisance: Property of M": I water it every day and soak it in
plant-food and iron it when it gets crumpled and have added an
"orsoshesaid" as safety-clause.

H760 no longer has a bike: kept colliding with things: no concentration:
I'm owed a Corvette tale: yr idiosyncrashes: metaphorical or not?  By
applying yr pielosophy, I've been forced to conclude, in capitals, that
YOU ARE TO BE (MIS)UNDERSTOOD AS A METAPHOR (meta for me engagingly and
I may even fictize you from yr dungeon); now, this is a fundamagental
chocolate bisquiry WHICH WANTS AN ANSWER ANSWER ANSWER: of what?

.H