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Har! Ya, I have crickets to kill. Much more annoying, and frightening, then Senor Meek.

I sent you a godforsaken test message. If you can handle the buttons on your email client, send back a message stating that we have made a connection. Then you have no excuse for dodging the turn I'll send.

We like to think of this as 'The Outhouse.' Not quite as large as 'The Cesspool,' but just as stinky. Then again, how could anything started by Meeks be anything other than putrid, and reek the foul stench of rancid refuse?

Allrighty then. The Meeks may inherit the earth, but the insipid morons are more likely to end up cleaning refuse from elephant cages. The commonly accepted method for civil email protocol (the last I learned anyway) was that if you were expecting correspondence from someone, and receive said correspondence in a format that you cannot decipher, then you respond to the sender using the omnipotent REPLY button and inform the sender that said correspondence is illegible or indecipherable. Perhaps that went out of style last week or so and there is a new trend now. I have gotten nil from you to say that you received the mail with improperly attached file. I have gotten nil from you stating that you received a mail at all. Now...I'm pretty confident that I attached the file properly. I've sent attachments to people more times than you've brushed your teeth. But giving you the benefit of the doubt, I'll be happy to resend said file. Please let me know whether or not it is received and properly formatted so that we can amuse our counterparts on this site with tales of your woeful demise.

Mensch, I think you may be on to something. But I didn't supply him with the bodybags yet...he must keep his own supply readily at hand. I'd love to throw with you...and we don't need to wait until Meeks has finished his clown-polishing session. Send one my way and we'll see how it goes. Bodybags comment reminds we of a great line from "The Green Berets": "Reports say that Charlie is collecting ladders and coffins." "What are they for" "The ladders are for throwing over the wire, the coffins are for, well...Charlie's happy to go die if he knows he has a nice box to be buried in." I probably shouldn't have used quotes there since I'm sure I butchered the lines, but anything to get some John Wayne stuff in here!

MEEKS! Crawl out from under your rock, you slimy arthropod! The file has been sent, and you have been noticeably absent from this thread long enough that you are either drying out again, or huddled up in the corner of your bedroom staring at my email. Which is it you spineless twerp? Come out come out where ever you are! Olly Olly Oxenfree! Get your lame arse out of stasis and let's get the action going.

Allright, Meeks. I've had enough of your stupidosity as you might call it. My troops will eat the shrapnel they pluck from your dead! I'll set the QB...I'll pick the sides...I may even provide you with the hundreds of body bags you need...and the ladels to scoop your men up with. You don't realize it yet, but you are dealing with Serpentor here! Built from the DNA of all the greatest military leades the world has ever seen: Ghengis Khan, Naopleon, Vlad the Impaler! Oh yes, I will not take any prisoners, I will not accept any surrender, and I will not shed a drop of blood without taking gallons of yours in exchange. Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games!

Mr.Meeks...I've been called a lot of things in my day (and ugly is most certainly one of them), but a girly-man? Now pardon me for making my trip home from work. I see that you misunderstood my delay in responding as cowardice and lack of ettiquette, but let me say this now...your pathetic chest beating is more reminiscent of Dennis Miller talking in his sleep than a sign of tactical genius, strategic forethought, or even the simplest of military minds. So if you can stop drooling in your wheaties for a minute or two, why don't you do something you haven't done in a long time...THINK! Are you honestly trying to convince the masses here that you have the stones in your tighty-whities to challenge the likes of Sun-Tsu himself? You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!! Son, we live in a world where the cream rises to the top, and milk clumps like you sink to the bottom only to get scraped out of the jug later on by some fat milkmaid wearing your daddy's shirt. So, Meeks, if you're truly interested in feeling the cold embrace, you just let me know. I'll be happy to accommodate you. But mull it over in that spatious cranium of yours first. I'd hate to have it said that I whipped you without you realizing what you were getting into. As for your goldfish beating Spine...I remember that. Goldfish had a bazooka hidden in some Pine Trees that took out Spine's last Puma. Man was he pissed! I will throw in a smiley And one more thing...can someone explain the cesspool to me? I'd go myself, but I may have another psychotic episode and beat the hell out of everyone in there too!

oh, you want some of this Meeks???? I am the Great Wall of Frigging China falling on your head. I am the combined force of 10 Tsunami's washing up on your beach house. I am the Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria. If you want a little action, you've come to the right place. The last person who challenged me had milkshakes for dinner for 3 weeks afterward the match ended. Ask Mr. Spine. We call him that because I ripped that aparatus from his back and beat him down with it. You want some of me?

Woohoo! I got officially assimilated! What a great day!

Yes, I have been assimilated...assimilated by the power of the M8 Greyhound. Hell ya that mutherfuther rocks!

Better yet...me (playing as a Canuck) with a broken, rusty pitchfork against you with all the armor you can muster. I'll whip your buttocks, one cheek at a time so that it hurts more!

Spine, you knucklehead! The only reason you find PBEM tedious is because it takes longer for you to find out that I whipped you like the four-eyed kid in the schoolyard! TCP/IP will only allow you to lose more games in a shorter amount of time. I welcome the opportunity to lay waste to your legions with greater frequency. I know your game Mr. Spine, you can't fool me, and you can't shake me forever either! I WILL CONQUER YOU! I WILL CONQUER YOU! Then I will eat your children! BTS be praised!