Larry haz a plan.....

Private Message Exchange....

BigDawg: You didn't take the IP Tracer out of the server room did you?

Larry: Maybe. It's useless anyhow. 

 BigDawg: What did you do with it?

Larry: I sold  the alt detector to IoMP. 

BigDawg: What? We don't have an alt detector.

Larry: Not anymore I done sold it. IP Tracer, alt detector, it's all the same. 

BigDawg: This isn't going to end well.

Larry: (HIC)(GURGLE)(SLAM)

That Buffy is a real problem.....

Private Message Exchange.....

MAC: Buffy one-upped us again. She told everyone she was Larry, and posted details of my bot to IoMP. Now Larry is banned.

Dirty Sanchez: That super-smart she-demon! What are you going to do about it?

 MAC: I've activated the next wave, they've begun breaking down their morale. It was easy enough to sprinkle in some half-truths and get the rumor mill crunching.

Dirty Sanchez: You better hope so stupid. Or you're going to sucking sweat off my sack for the next century! You're shenanigans are beginning to bother me.

GUS Re-visist the rules.....

Posted on Isle of Misfit Posters, Curb Feelers, and Phuzzy Pheelings.....

GUS: I am scho schick of dis nonshense with that lonely bitch LilyAnne. All day long callin' mah housch and letting the motha fukin' phone ring. Brrrrring. Brrrrrrring.

When I answer it, is she happy.... fuck no. She's got PMS. Permanenant motormouf syndrum. All day long, dis bisch is makin' fun of me, dat bisch is makin' fun of me. I got buschted sendin' emailsch to dat bisch, everyone's a bisch but LilyAnne. Poundin' on dat agree button like dere's a chocolate inside if you schmash it enuff.

Now we poschted the rulesch. Wanna no wut da rulesch say? LilyAnne cannot post on the forum, ever again. And since you're such a smart motha fuka you can't schend anymore hatemails eitha. LilyAnne, cannot send Buffy emailsch, eva again.

Those are the rulesch, posted on the Internetz. So suck it bisch!

A.I. my big red ass.....

Private Message Exchange......

Dirty Sanchez: I told you to get those damn things under control! The little boy has stolen your goodies, who are running around like wild wildebeests, dry-humping everything in sight.

MAC: They were never designed to be intelligent, only to regurgitate and mimic. Dr. Scott says he doesn't know how Lester took control.

Dirty Sanchez: You said they would adapt and learn but it's running the same program they started with.

MAC: Dr. Scott and Yo-Yo disabled her remote upgrade capabilities after they caught us posting their gangbang videos on the Internet under Larry's name.

Dirty Sanchez: Just fucking fix it! Wait, gangbang videos? Can I get a link to those.....

If Scientology did it, I can do it too.....

Private Message Exchange.....

Father Lester: Dood. I'm not a real priest. I have one of those Internet minister's certificate, but I'm not sure if it's legal for marriage. It's got the RamCo seal of approval, and an official signature, so it's good.

Camisa Roja: It's perfect. I don't want legal marriage, just a spiritual bond type marriage. I'm going to file documents to be a Church, and the Trorg are out gathering enough slaves, I mean followers that we can qualify. 

Father Lester: You're wasting your time trolling IoMP for followers, they're pretty resilient to standard tactics.

Camisa Roja: Standard tactics aren't up for discussion, my fat little hacker friend. The Trorgs have been cooking up some fresh new tactics to squash those free-thinking IoMP types. 

Say how'd you wrangle out of that dragnet? You post regularly on that one community that was pulled down. 

Father Lester: My lawyer's said not to talk about it. Like Fight Club.

Camisa Roja:  O.o