Comment What I would do would go something like this. (Score 1) 552
Me: Every spammer shoud be neutered then have their fingers broken the locked in a full of porn. Wouldn't you agree, spammer?
Spammer: First things first. [He draws his sword] To the death!
Me: No! To the pain!
Spammer: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase?
Me: I'll explain, and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand. You-wart-hog-faced-buffoon!
Spammer: [insulted] That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Me: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you lose will be your your feet below the ankles, then your hands at your wrists. Next, your nose.
Spammer: Then my tongue, I suppose? I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Me: I wasn't finished! The next thing you lose will be your left eye followed by your right!
Spammer: And then my ears...I understand! Let's get on with it!
Me: Wrong! Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why; so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness is yours to cherish.
Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman that cries out, 'dear god what is that thing!' will echo in your perfect ears. That is
what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Spammer: First things first. [He draws his sword] To the death!
Me: No! To the pain!
Spammer: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase?
Me: I'll explain, and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand. You-wart-hog-faced-buffoon!
Spammer: [insulted] That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Me: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you lose will be your your feet below the ankles, then your hands at your wrists. Next, your nose.
Spammer: Then my tongue, I suppose? I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Me: I wasn't finished! The next thing you lose will be your left eye followed by your right!
Spammer: And then my ears...I understand! Let's get on with it!
Me: Wrong! Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why; so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness is yours to cherish.
Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman that cries out, 'dear god what is that thing!' will echo in your perfect ears. That is
what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
