Oh my, how I dream of this place...

I want to be there too, where the fields stretch out for miles in all
directions, and the women prance around in Zarsispanned dazes, naked and
nubile in the sun of the tropics.  Ahh,  Zarsis-Island, one of the
wonders of the place we call this planet...

Many have had visions of this place, visions inspired by, err, inflicted
onto them via the toxic waste byproduct that is Zarsisipan.  Oh I'd like
to get my hands on the guy who stumbled onto that goldmine!  Zarsisipan
brought in enough money to give the guy a fucking island after all! (or
should I say, "island").  We both know it's not a real place, don't we
jonnie?  All fancy shmancy beaches and what not.  Yeah, and then I fell
off my dinosaur into a hole in the bastard ground!  Right!!

Oh you mock me, you do!  But I can see through the red paper that is your
cover.  Ooohhhh yes dear (deer?) sir, I can see right the fuck through!
And it isn't pretty by damn, not pretty AT ALL!  Ohhh how I shudder to
think of the wasted days and years I've spent in this altered state of
Zarsi-HELL that is the end result of your foul product.

I've tried to quit, I have.  But we know how _that_ works, don't we
Jonnie?  Sure, promises of timely help and assitance all the way are met
with a cold slap in the face of all reason and logic.  We can't stop the
cravings!  The cravings BECOME us Jonnie!  They invade our very souls!!

But, why am I wasting my time on you.  You're livin' in your own
self-inflicted Zarsi-HELL yourself you BASTARD!  Go on, live it up big
boy, live it the FUCK UP!!  Your time will come, OOOHHHH YES it will!!
And ya know what!?!  I'M GONNA BE THERE, AND THEN WE'LL SEE HOW BIG YOUR
BRITCHES ARE MISTER!!!  T-H-E-N  W-E-'-L-L  S-E-E  !!!!

---end transmition
---reason unknown



Grant Tribucco
CEO - Bratsworth Engineering (UK Division)

(or _is_ it?????)