Hey, I know that we’re supposed to be fighting ignorance over here, but every now and then it’s fun just to, y’know…poke it a little.
My friend was being bothered by a random person he didn’t know IM’ing him, so, rather than just ignore her/him/it, we decided to have some fun with them. He told me their sn, and I proceeded to toy with their puny, typing-impaired mind:
Jester: Help! They’re after me!
fbrkwarrior55: hello who the heck are you
Jester: You gotta HELP ME!!!
fbrkwarrior55: who are you and I’ll helpp
Jester: No time for formalities!
Jester: They’re coming!
fbrkwarrior55: bye
Jester: But the MIDGETS are after me!!
Jester: HElp!!!
fbrkwarrior55: ok who are you man
Jester: Their small hands are pinching my flesh!
Jester: Ouch!
fbrkwarrior55: or are you a girl
Jester: Now they’re biting me!
Jester: I can’t take it!
fbrkwarrior55: who are you
Jester: For the love of all that’s good and holy, HELP ME!!!
fbrkwarrior55: who are you or your goin to have some warning leval
Jester: I’M SORRY I thought you were oompa-loompas! I just wanted some candy!
Jester: Argh!!!
fbrkwarrior55: who are you man
Jester: Fine, you want some, midget-boys?
Jester: HUH?!
fbrkwarrior55: you piss me off more you’ll die
Jester: YOU WANT SOMMA DIS?! WELL STEP OVER THE LINE!!!
Jester: STEP!!!
Jester: BRING IT, BIZNATCH!!
Jester: Yeah, that’s right, I got my BAT now!
fbrkwarrior55: who is biznatch
Jester: Whatchoo want?
Jester: Huh?
Jester: Whatchoo want?!
Jester: <whack>
fbrkwarrior55: who are you
fbrkwarrior55: what is your name
Jester: Dat’s right, you RUN, midget’s you RUN, or next time I’ll get out da SUPER-SOAKER!! And you don’t want NONNA DAT!!
Jester: <pant pant> Anyway, where were we?
Jester: Oh, yeah, I was puttin on my moves, all slick-like.
Jester: <slicks back hair, struts over> Hey baby, what’s your sign?
fbrkwarrior55: who are you
Jester: <Adjusts pimp-daddy hat> Why, whatever do you mean?
fbrkwarrior55: like I said again A/S/L
Jester: I just lookin for some luvin, hun. It’s fun.
Jester: Hee hee, that rhymes.
Jester: Errrr…I mean, uhhhh…<cough> Me MAN.
Jester: You…WOO-Muhn?
Jester: Hello?
Jester: Where WOO-Muhn go?
Jester: <grunt>
Jester: <scratches ass>
Jester: <exits>
Okay, well, it was amusing to ME, anyway, and gave me something to do. Also, it got my “Warning lever” on AIM up to %35. I don’t have AIM, and thus have no idea what a “Warning level” is, but I can take a few guesses, and hey, frankly, I’m proud. Frightened of myself, but proud nonetheless.