|A Summit Meeting of Sorts
||[Apr. 10th, 2010|11:54 pm]
Wizard of Changes -- ©cdozo 2004 to 2015
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.