BARDSQUILL: soo happy, found something been looking for since I was THIRTEEN
FRIEND: was a bad one though
FRIEND: xray specs, you want to see everybody's' bones huh
FRIEND: did you order them
FRIEND: of course you did
BARDSQUILL: told my orbit groupies to send me some or I'll QUIT!
FRIEND: hey , look at this
looks like mayan
symbols , no?
BARDSQUILL: wut izz dat?
FRIEND: tis and xray of a cruise missile sliced down the middle
BARDSQUILL: I WANT ONE!
FRIEND: your xray specs come from a military contractor
FRIEND: pretty spooky huh, kind of looks like gods geometry
BARDSQUILL: yer kiddin
FRIEND: no , will show you
who sent you
the link ... for the specs
BARDSQUILL: found in search, was looking for them
BARDSQUILL: used to be advertised in Marvel Comics
page they are
FRIEND: at bottom of right hand column
BARDSQUILL: reverse enginnering, bir, actis
FRIEND: so basically someone could steal a nuclear weapon or part and all they would have to do is scan it to know how to make one
FRIEND: pretty cool huh
BARDSQUILL: steal Barbie Dolls
FRIEND: our technology knows no bounds
BARDSQUILL: could see barbie livers
FRIEND: they already know how to do that salty dog, don't need women anymore
FRIEND: we are obsolete
BARDSQUILL: well, that's kinda weird, don't you think it's weird?
FRIEND: yes, think tis weird , of course i do
FRIEND: nothing surprises me anymore though
FRIEND: which is probably not good
BARDSQUILL: thought men were obsolete, that's what all the babes be telling poor ol salty
FRIEND: your on to something
BARDSQUILL: They say, Kent you are obsolete
FRIEND: both are obsolete
FRIEND: now were in big trouble,
BARDSQUILL: Kent of course knowz better
FRIEND: "they" don't need us anymore
BARDSQUILL: poor us
FRIEND: actually its not funny
BARDSQUILL: maybe I'll stuff myself down the disposal
FRIEND: eh hem.... bit messy don't you think
BARDSQUILL: well I figure this life is a feebee for me. Weird kids with one hand were just drowned in days of yore.
BARDSQUILL: sign, just made myself sad now, pathetic is me.
FRIEND: well then i guess things have gotten better
FRIEND: oh shut up
BARDSQUILL: THEY COULDA DROWNED ME!
FRIEND: self pity does not become you
FRIEND: heh, salty's worse fear
FRIEND: like me and fire
BARDSQUILL: freezing would be ok
FRIEND: yeah maybe huh
BARDSQUILL: yup, past life, I froze
BARDSQUILL: was...you know...cool
BARDSQUILL: jeez maybe I was that bog-dude they found in the peat in Scotland.
BARDSQUILL: somebody wrung his neck, proly his ol lady.