Post rupture chat with the Bobbies

From: temujin9@io.com (Reverend Imposter Eliot) Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 07:46:11 GMT

Straight from the rupture + 15 min with no editing.

*** Now talking in #subgenius *** Topic is 'Satan will crush Bob and rule all' *** Set by Havoc on Sun Jul 04 08:15:19 <Rev_Ef> Hallo. <Rev_Ef> I am Goku. <Xist> its my Xday and i'll die if i want to <Rev_Ef> What do you come for? <Psych> Goku is god <RevHavok> hey tem whats up <Rev_Ef> Goku is also good hors douerves for cocktail parties. <temujin9> I have been RUPTURED, my friends! <Psych> tem is probably the most awake! <Rev_Ef> And so on. <temujin9> PRAZE "BOB"! <Rev_Ef> Yup. <Psych> tell us of the rupture! <temujin9> tem has been up all night, and he's RILLY WIRED thanks to "Bob" <Rev_Ef> I suggest anyone who never got 'frop eat their membership cards. <Rev_Ef> It's a secret. They put 'frop in the paper. <Psych> what adventures..what miracles has ten seem? <temujin9> I partook of the holy FROP tonight, transmogrified from simple weed by Slack and my faith in "Bob". <Rev_Ef> Whoa. <Psych> Pra Frop! <Rev_Ef> I thought you could only grow the stuff on Holy Shit. <temujin9> I ate of the holy fount of food that some call the "fridje", for the Frop did awaken the hungering beast inside of me! <Rev_Ef> Ah! <Rev_Ef> That would explain it. <temujin9> Ef: I'm into transubstantiating it. It's cheaper. * Psych chaws his ordination <Rev_Ef> Cheaper, but those damn turtles? <Rev_Ef> I just give them $30. <Psych> and that is all they ask <Rev_Ef> Or are there turtles. <temujin9> I walked and smoked, and was drawn into the graveyard, wherin deep understanding of what my faith required of me was laid out to me. <Psych> then you get stark fists <Rev_Ef> NMy punctuation is Wrong!? <Rev_Ef> Stark Fists are laced with phrane. <temujin9> I rushed (as only a subgenius can rush, using Time Control) back to my computer, and spouted incoherent truths onto alt.slack, that all may know my last testiment err the Rupture hit! <Rev_Ef> And "devil dust". And the extract of the shroom amanita muscaria. <temujin9> Then once again I was drawn to the graveyard, and "Bob" came, not with the chorus of angels as promised, but alone. <temujin9> (hold on, the Spawn is asking for attention) <Rev_Ef> Did he ask you to marry him? <Psych> bastards!\ *** Pukka has joined #subgenius <Rev_Ef> I bet he had a big ol' gun to give you, too. <RevHavok> hey pukka whats up <Rev_Ef> Yeah, we are. SO WHAT? <Xist> follow the bellowing cloud <Xist> follow the bellowing cloud <Pukka> hmmmm all in spanish *** Pukka has left #subgenius <Psych> trailing bellowing clouds of glory <Xist> bellowing cloud musta went thaddaway <Rev_Ef> Aren't we the most coherent folks in the wide world? <Psych> can somebody say.... <Xist> snaushges <Psych> at the moment...probably <Rev_Ef> Yeah, what with the spaceships and all. <temujin9> And lo, "Bob" spoke to me, saying, "Sorry, Nate, not this year. Financing problems, you know." <Psych> Fuck ..oBo.. <temujin9> And he did awake the ife of Genghis Khan within me, as a consolation prize. <Rev_Ef> Hopefully, you friendlily killed him at that point in the intrest of helpful criticism. <Rev_Ef> Oop. <Xist> nudging you to the true light of the .net where everythign is free as long as you hang out and continue to back in the glow of true Slack <Xist> 'er bask even <Rev_Ef> You shall be a great rival on the fields of next year's X-Day Battle. <temujin9> And I did kill him, and blow up his ship "King of Terror", to boot. Financing problems, my ass; he spent it all on faygo, the moron! <Xist> follow me now.. breathe.... <Xist> out wit the false slack in with the true <Psych> people...we have to get over this salvation thing <Rev_Ef> Nay, Back into the glow of true slack, as you would back your car into a garage when drunk. <Psych> the kingdom is within~ <Xist> sniff sniff <Xist> i think i smell yours <Rev_Ef> Yeah. <Rev_Ef> It is, Psych, but what the hell. <Psych> Xist...you calm down RIGHT NOW! <Rev_Ef> This is FUN! <Xist> theres good news and bad news.. your alive.. but we replaced your heart with a baked potatoe and you have 3 seconds to live <Rev_Ef> Yeah. <Psych> I, and I think I speak for Bob when I say, No Sniffles <Rev_Ef> At least I'll be able to see the South Park Movie. <Xist> me shuftles off to the time out seat <Psych> OK <temujin9> Anyway, I'm ruptured. How'd your XX-day go?

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