Ubisoft drove us all nutz,
Now that they want to gather our information, it was time to move to the underground. over.
Hey Armistead, what's with the prank calls to my PM inbox and all I hear is laughter? It's blowing up my regular E-mail account and I can't respond because your box is full of all those notes of admiration from your secret admirers. "Hoarder" It's time to clean house my friend. Else we'll send Barney Fife over there to shake his pistol in your general direction. Don't worry about the one bullet. It's been in his shirt pocket so long that it won't go boom, just fizzle and dud.
To my detractors above, I won't name names, remember that I am now an OVERLORD in this establishment. So, Neal before ZOD!
"You may kiss my... hand"
No, that's not a tent pole in my pocket, I'm just happy to be here.
<- Oh look I'm having a siezure.
