Private Message exchange.....
Pope Lester: Someone sent me an anonymous e-mail telling me you were the man who could get things done. I figure it must be true, because it came from the Internet. So here I am. I need some help getting that crazy bitch off my ass, so I can get back to being a degenerate.
Dirty Sanchez: MMmmHmm you have some nice buns deary. Aren't you worried that the big man upstairs is going to make a sadface?
Pope Lester: Wut? Oh the collar. That's not real. I'm not a priest, I just pretend to be one on Curb Feelers. It makes people feel safer so they don't look in my direction when I'm molesting them with my cyber-kiddie skills.
Dirty Sanchez: Saucy! I like you. You're yummier than a lubed up truck driver in a gimp mask. Honey we need to become sexy girlfriends. Let me show you how to do this shit right. Just agree to give me that useless soul you're carrying around and I'll take care of the rest.
Pope Lester: So, if I give you my soul, which is empty and worthless anyhow, you'll stop that bitch from posting all those facts about how I hacked the board, and tweaked all those users, reading PMs and posting with their names to stir shit. Making alts and hacking into users computers, setting up honey pots and locking up gimps in my basement..... you'll stop her?
Dirty Sanchez: She'll never say another word about it.....
Pope Lester: Sounds great to me. Fax that shit over here and get a move on.
