EvilDarkGon: You sir,
EvilDarkGon: I need some one to quarrel
with,
EvilDarkGon: and you sir have been chosen
WesCat14: ok
EvilDarkGon: Hurry up now
EvilDarkGon: Begin the quarreling
WesCat14: umm...let's see
EvilDarkGon: Come now
WesCat14: I am not much one for quarreling but I can
try
WesCat14: I have never been good at starting things
EvilDarkGon: Fine then, I shall start
EvilDarkGon: You sir, are smelly, and quite
unpleasent to look at!
WesCat14: Well, I must say that from way over here, I
can see a large mole on your head....oh I am sorry that
IS your head
EvilDarkGon: Well then you must be a
badger, for not only are you of a very
unpleasent temperment, but you are overly
hairy, from head to toe.
WesCat14: From the sound of your voice you either
swallowed a pigeon or your mother must have fed you
nails
EvilDarkGon: Oh for God's sake, put some
clothes on.
WesCat14: *drapes sheet over himself, hands him a
pad of paper and pen* please no more of that noise you
call speech
EvilDarkGon: *writes, "Your mother was a
naked mole rat" on the paper, then chews
it up and spits it in your face*
EvilDarkGon: Oh, that was horribly
inefficiant. How ever will you read it
now?
EvilDarkGon: Oh yes,
EvilDarkGon: YOUR MOTHER WAS A NAKED MOLE
RAT.
WesCat14: *grabs a glove and smacks him with it*
EvilDarkGon: *bites the glove and gnaws on
it*
WesCat14: were you in an accident or were you born
that way?
EvilDarkGon: At least I don't have
man-breasts.
WesCat14: we will have to continue this some other
time *smack him with another glove*
WesCat14: I must depart
EvilDarkGon: Verily
EvilDarkGon: Thank you for the quarrel.
EvilDarkGon: Adieu.
WesCat14: anytime
WesCat14: Ciao
