I'm messing with shit today, sorry about the theme change. -RBCPI hate new things. -Murd0c
Today I got an email from my ISP whining about how NBC's little buddy something "The Bay" or other ratted my brother (using my internet connection) for downloading Knocked Up (he was under the impression that deleting things like that after watching them would keep him undetectable to the fucking ISP) and said that they didn't like piracy one bit and whined for a bit longer. My plan was first to tell them to piss off, but I have a whole house using this account and they'll be pissed off at me if I get us cut off entirely. So I figure I'll just say that firstly it was a minor who did the downloading (I figure I can blame things like this on him for years before he's too old to get away with it) and secondly it has been deleted and he was severly beaten and now will not do it again please don't sue me massa NBC and they'll go away. It took a year for them to catch us this time, so I figure I can probably do it just as often before it happens again.Good plan? I'd appreciate Canadian law stuff because I was searching earlier and could only find the Yankee stuff. Nothing personal, this is just a bit pressing.
Thank you kindly for your prompt notification of this heinous crime. These days, it's every parent's worst nightmare to discover that their child has succumbed to the vile temptation of crime. In decades past the worst case scenario was catching little Billy-Bob with a ball of the devil weed, a copy of "The Communist Manifesto"or a candy bar with no receipt, but those carefree days are long dead and buried. Today lawless hackers prowl the tranquil waters of our oceanic Interweb in search of the new hot copyrighted movie or album to pirate, for no real motivation say the sadistic pleasure one gains through depriving an artist of his recompense.We all think these things happen to everyone but us until the harsh riflebutt of reality comes crashing down onto the midpoint of our skulls and sends our brains sliding down the sides of our aghast faces before splattering on the cold sidewalk below. Your email earlier this week was my wake up call.Now, my lawyers inform me that I may not want to submit to you in writing precisely what harsh disciplinary action I chose to take against my son, but know that every time he sits down at the computer for the rest of his life he'll have a silent reminder of what happens to people who brings stolen smut into this house.Since I lost my job at the factory, I've been a bit short on the greenbacks, if you catch my drift. As a result, I will sadly be unable to compensate you for this crime, though I do volunteer my son for use in whatever cruel medical experiments or manual labour your fine enterprise may require. No hardship is too great for a monster like my son, and I also invite you to remove any redundant organs or fluids he may possess for re-sale on the blackmarket to compensate the gentle artists he has wronged.Lastly, though I know that nothing I say can be enough to mend this great evil that my spawn has visited upon your honest corporation, I over my most profound apologies to each and every member of your organization.Sincerely yours,Reverend Tachyon's real name
