I see they are now writing fictional dialogue for Taddy and Scout (eerily
reminiscent of Norman Bates and his mum). Still, one can't help but feel
somewhat flattered.
They must've also figured out that most members here don't open their posts,
so they are cramming whole messages into the subject line.
I'm betting their disease is progressive. Perhaps soon they won't need the
Internet or even their computers to play. They will only need to think
unpleasant thoughts and we will all tremble in their minds.
I'm also betting Katy is behind this. It's just my hunch that she has
somehow gotten voodoo dolls of Impy and the yips, and is coaxing them deeper
and deeper into debilitating OCD, by pin-prodding their arms, but always in
even numbered strikes, unless it's a weekend, in which case the number of
prods must be equal to a prime number.
Scout


"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
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How sweet to my ears is the faint sound of frustrated scrabbling,
as the waning ghosts of bunyips past resort in desperation to
using the names of regular posters.

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Flying Tadpole

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