timidly, the ffml psuedo-lurker peaks out of luker lounge and, cringing and
sweating, asks the participants in this little row and the ffml gods:
"er...it's gettin' kinda warm in--WHOA!" she dodges a flame, then wisely
ducks back into the lounge to mind her own damn business and have another
stout. "effing flame wars..."

kjh

Your ignorance is exceeded only by your arrogance.  Shampoo 1/2 isn't a
continuation fic, and you have shown no evidence of being able to write
fiction.

The fanfics are coming.



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