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        [Ben entered the computer lab with high hopes.  Just because his 
home computer was on the fritz (damn cheap power converter!) didn't mean 
that he couldn't use the school's internet connections.  Without them 
knowing of course.  He sat down and logged in.  And saw how many 
messages he had.  When he regained consciousness he began searching 
through and noted the amount of people still arguing over numerous 
things.]

Ben: What the hell?!  And I _REALLY_ wish I had one of those 'Talk and 
Type' things.  [turning to the audience]  Look, it's all nice and well 
that everyone has their opinions, but GUTB is off and the Critic is most 
likely going to follow.  Tybalt's banned this thread, so knock it off.

        [Ben pulls his .38 and his .45, then aims it at the more 
'enthusiastic' people on the FFML.]

Ben: Sit down, roll away from the computer and keep the keyboard where 
it is.  Let the arguement drop so GUTB can fall to the level of ridicule 
that Oscar, Gonterman, and the Hentai Man so proudly attained before I 
get to practice my aim.  Everyone okay with this or is there going to 
be.... trouble?

        [Ben puts his guns away and everyone in the computer lab relax 
so much that their bladders inform them of an emergency.  They race 
out.]

Ben: Now, let's get back to what this ML was made for, writing, editing, 
prereading, MSTing, chatting about and trading ideas about fanfiction, 
not worrying about who said what about who.

        [Ben turns back to the computer.]

Ben: Seriously, it's getting to be like an online soap opera where some 
lady is revealed to be their lover's look-a-like twin-half-brother and 
they have a condition where their head spins around continously during a 
full moon.  Not to mention the mental clinic they were in.  And it turns 
out that their lover has amnesia and can only seem to remember things 
when they're being cracked across the forehead with a two-by-four being 
used by a midget while jumping up and repeatedly cracking their head 
against low piping and someone shoots them in the butt with a 
tranquilizer darts and it seems that this computer DOES have a talk and 
type.

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        I think that gets my point across.  By the by, anyone wanna 
co-write an Ranma 1/2-Sailor Moon-Tenchi Muyo!-Ah! Megami-sama-Project 
A-ko Soap Opera?  ?????'s going to be out of town for a while, C-chan's 
still trying to work on her fanfics, Huh?'s been going steady with 
someone and I don't trust A-chan or TharzZzDunN as far as I can spit 
Sailor Pluto.

Ben McCrillis <aka. A-kun> <aka. Sailor Scottish> reply at 
akun15@hotmail.com

        "Hey, A-kun, watch me pull a rabbit out of the oven!" - 
TharzZzDunN
        "Hey, wasn't mom cooking a turkey?" - A-chan
        "TharzZzy!!!!" - A-kun

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