• Mood: amused

A Summit Meeting of Sorts

So G was doing chatroulette in his skull mask. Lots of people skipped him, but some folks would chat. Then he got connected with a guy in a Wolfman mask.

Wolfman typed "So we finally meet."

G answered "Yes, at last."

Wolfman typed, "Our battle will be of epic proportions."

G said,"I will win."

"Wolfman showed a knife and asked, "Where's your weapon."

G typed, "Touch of Death."

G then asked, "When shall the battle be?"

Then Firefox crashed and the connection was lost.