From:	The Powerhouse <P.C.Steele@*********.AC.UK>
Subject:	Dante
Date:	Fri, 6 May 1994 18:32:21 +0100

>>>>>[ Ah hell no CB, that dammed fraggin young gal is nothin to do with me
at
all. We met about a month or two back and went out a couple of times, she
couldn't take the break when I started seeing some other babe. As to getting
her pregnant well that was the line she tried to spin me, as you can see she's
mighty fragged off at me dumping her. ]<<<<<
-I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)

***** PRIVATE: Dante
>>>>>[ Dante you pile of drek, you pathetic excuse for a human, you amoeba
brained fraggin fool, you and your deck are mine. I'm going to enjoy the final
fight when I burn your deck good, real good, the neural feedback will keep your
heart in fibrulation for hours until it can't take the strain and then you'll
die ! So when you're next in the matrix plotting your pathetic little schemes
to try and bring down those who are better than you and you suddenly see the
reaper descend know that my scythe will bear code keyed just for you.
]<<<<<
-I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)