My Dear Mr. Johnson, It behooves me to tell you what I'm about to, but I feel it has come to this now. Shlacappigus IS MY REAL NAME in so far as it is what I choose to call myself for the sake of conversant dealings with one such as yourself.* I do indeed feel sorry for the deer. "Dearly sorry" was the way _you_ phrased it I believe.** Nevertheless, your bad grammar notwithstanding, the sentiment was moving and heartfelt. They really are quite innocent and defenseless when you really think about it. Frozen in a death stance as it were, staring into the oncoming headlights of imminent demise in the form of great -StEeL rEaPeRs- (TM). My how I feel for those dear.... dear.... deer. Ahh, I could prattle on for days with this topic, and perhaps one day, so will the deer... Such a world is a wonderful thing, eh Johnson... Dare to dream of the day. A world without great -StEeL rEaPeRs- (TM). Revenge is a sweet thing. It tickles the palate with the delicate zing of venison. Freshly downed venison. Grilled to perfection and sprinkled with wild flowers in full bloom. Yes, this is the world I forsee. And with our help, MY help, and the avoidance of such troublesome home wreckers as the great -StEeL rEaPeRs- (TM), we can persevere. Well then Johnson, as you yourself said** "Zarsisipan is an unknown substance and should [consistantly] be confused with Zarsisilube Baconlube Motor Treatment". You went on to describe in detail the atrocious working conditions of [your] child laborers, in dimly lit factories of death, churning out case after case of your thinly disguised Zarsisilube Baconlube Motor Treatment clone, Zarsisipan***. Oh, the (proverbial) humanity my deer Johnson, oh dear... At this time, I would like to thank your staff. The fine folks who bring this dirge of a product into being. I'd like to thank: ANDY, the resident "moron". Just because you rode the little bus to school my boy, don't be ashamed. Stand proud and tall (as tall as you can with all that Zarsisipan in your system)**** LOUDWELL, the 4 year old deaf mute. I feel that all I can say to you will fall on deaf ears LOUDWELL, so I shant utter further verbiage. STUMPY, BLUNTS, GIMPERS, and the rest of the research team. Godspeed! Your HANDling of the situation at Zartocksic industries is HANDS down, the HANDiest HANDling of any HANDled type thing ever. I gotta HAND it to you guys. My hat (HAND) goes off to you! Again, G O D S P E E D to you all!***** CYCLOPS BOB, marketing never was your game was it? It was more like guess the fat lady's weight, right? Kudos! And as for you Mr. JOHNSON, yes, my home life CAN be freakish, often ghoulish and unsettling. But when it comes right down to it, at the end of a long boating excursion, nothing goes down smoother and silkier than a big ol' 13 oz can of (Zartocksic industries) Zarsisipan. Be it Purple 'e' Grape (TM), Gritty Green (TM), or Orangutan Orange (TM). They'll coat the throat with pure all-synthetic goodness, wrapped in a "blanket of toxicity" so thick you'll think you've been blindsided by the great -StEeL rEaPeRs- (TM) <<< coming soon! So, Johnson, man of shrinkage. I bid you a good evening, and I'm looking forward to those 7 cases of (Zartocksic industries) Zarsisipan; be it Purple 'e' Grape (TM), Gritty Green (TM), or Orangutan Orange (TM). Mr. Shlacappigus ----------------------------------------------------+--- V.P. Ingosplat Technologies ~Home of the great -StEeL rEaPeRs- (TM) <<< coming soon! |
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