It seems as though IM did exchange some PMs with FS last night. BD hacked in and thought I'd be amused, so he sent me a transcript. He asked me not to reveal the contents, but I couldn't resist. So with apologies to Big Daddy....

IM: Gee FS, it was nice of you to invite me to email you.
FS: No problem. We kids have to stik together.
IM: So what's the real deal with you and PL. Why does he always seem to pick on you?
FS: Well, he's just a hard and biter old man. He claims to leed a rich and full life, but I think that all he really has is fantasy -- games and otherwise.
IM: No, really? He was always nice to me.
FS: That's just an act. He really doesn't give a dam. He just wants to get on his soapbox and make a speach.
IM: Oh. That makes sense, I guess. So tell me, is it really true that you don't want to win?
FS: I'd love to win. The problem is, I'm just not any dam good at the game. Beleive me, I try, thouhg.
IM: Gee, that's too bad. So all this business about playing for fun is just an act, then?
FS: Yeah. I even miss a day or too now and then just to make it look good. I make up a lot of excuses about girlfriends and poker games and stuff, but nun of it's true.
IM: Well, I'm trying to win. PL is 100% right about what I said about Kerry Wood. I see why you should keep information like that to yourself.
FS: Of corse he's write. I just hate to admit it.
IM: You know, FS, you don't exactly seem like the happiest person in the world.
FS: It's all the meds I take. Also, it can be pretty upseting being around ded bodys all the time.
IM: What are "ded bodys"? You know FS, you should really watch your spelling.
FS: There not speling mistakes, thier tipos.
IM: Um, what's a "tipo"
FS: You no, a tipografikal eror.
IM: Gee, I guess I better get my "Hooked on Phonics" book. What the hell is a "tipgraf...". Never mind, I figured it out.
FS: Good four you, kido.
IM: What's a "Kido"? And how about those "ded bodys"?
FS: Never mind.
IM: Well, I gotta go. I have some studying to do, and then I'm going out with this really good looking girl from one of my classes. What are you going to do tonight?
FS: Cut the grass.
IM: Cut the grass?
FS: Yeh. I love the smel of freshly cut grass in the eevning.
IM: Well, have fun. I'll talk to you soon.
FS: Anytime, IM. It was my pleasure.