R: Hello?
J. Hi. Have you been reading my blog?
R. Yes..
J. Well, it really sucks that you’re a Monty_pr0.
R. I really wish I weren’t, but I had some good times with the guys. I mean, come on, they taught me everything.
J. Yes, but we’ll get banned if they’ll find out!
R. Oh sweet misery, why oh why must this gruesome faith taunt us?!
J. ?
R. I mean, this really sucks.
J. Ah..
J. Why are you still awake? It’s really late.
R. I was thinking about you, my sweet dwarf.
J. You flatter me, my sexy mysterious night-elf. By the way, have you fixed your webcam yet?
R. It’s not broken.
J. ?
R. ?
R. Oh. Thát webcam. Yep. Still broken. Really.
J. Shame, you look really handsome on the pictures you sent me. I really like your tan, and your sixpack..
R. Thanks. Heheh…
J. So… What would you reckon we do now?
R. I don’t know, we could get married?
J. What?
R. I mean, on second life, somewhere where our love won’t be crucified.
J. Sounds like an idea, but how do I know that you really, really love me? You’re still a Monty_pr0. So, what’s in a guild? You’d still be the same you if you weren’t. You’d still be a level 60-nightelf. You’d still be tan, blonde and handsome. So why must you be a Monty_pr0, sweet Romeo_21?
R. I dunno.
J. Hmm…
R. If it would please you, I could become a United_caps? Maybe this silly feud would be over then, if they only saw the love between you and I. Maybe then we could chat on chatboxes, without anybody calling someone else a n00b. Nobody would get banned then. When will this mindless n00bcalling be over?
J. I’ve got a bad feeling about this..
R. Why?
J. I don’t know, maybe because my friends say that you’re like, a ubern00b?
R. Do they?
J. Yes. But I don’t agree! I think you’re elite!
R. Thanks, but I really think your guild’s elite too. If only I could make them see…
R. Let’s get married tomorrow.
J. Sure. Where?
R. In the World… of Warcraft! What is your answer to that?
J. Allrighty, tomorrow I will send you a messenger, who will ask you for details. You shall recognise him by his size. He’s also a dwarf you know. He will say the words ‘the murloc has landed’.
R. Can’t I tell you the details right now?
J. Nah. This is more romantic. Trust me.
R. Fair enough, I will tell your messenger your details. And I’ll be easy with the male-dwarf jokes.
J. You do that, baby.
R. Well.. I hear my mother calling, something about doing the dishes. Lend me your kiss, to keep me satisfied until the morning.
J. X.
R. XX.
J. XXX LOL XD.
R. ROFLMAO <3 XX.
J. –Juliet is offline—
R.
R. Lolz.
