From:	Christina Johnson <johnson1@**.UWP.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Back Off!
Date:	Thu, 11 Feb 93 22:38:30 CET

<<<<<[Mr. Lincoln Howe: A pair of cement boots? How very poetic. I see
the predictable thug coming out beneath that shiny silk suit of yours.
Foolish of you to take that tact. Where do you suppose the bulk of
runners get their start? You've chosen an awfully packed job market to
make your switch to, sir. Though, might I add, it fits your profile
(Sloping forehead, wide nose, early man/missing link) well. And as for it
not being my concern: You can suck rocks. The kid is here. We all know
he's here. The secret's out, bud. Big surprise. Looks like you've just
lost a toy. Perhaps we, on the other hand, have gained an associate.
Who's making better use of their resources, I wonder? And you might have your
own little do-bee deckers lookin for him, but there'll be twice the number
and ten times the talent hiding him. Maybe you ought to back off. There
seems little you can do regarding this unhappy business move but cut all
ties from it. Not our concern? I take that rather personally. I'm
concerned. I'm bloody well gonna stay that way.]>>>>>
-DOA- <2/11/54 / 15:30:00>

<<<<<[Splut, et al: I'm sorry about blowing up... Gee... maybe when
I'm a great big grown-up like Mr. Howe I'll have more self-restraint.
Maybe then I'll even stop misplacing things...]>>>>>
-DOA- <2/11/54 /15:30:54>