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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.