Sorry to bother you but, I'm afraid your mailbox is full.
As far as I recall from some discussion, Evo's mailbox is almost always full.
Sure, but now it's urgent
Sorry, it fills up fast. It's clear.
Ah, the possible responses to that are almost endless... and any one of them would get me slapped silly.
Nice show of restraint, Danger!
Even faster than you think, how about one hour.
It's all of her imaginary friends sending her PMs.
Thanks. It was a struggle, but fear overcame ambition.
edit: Hi, Lisa. Didn't see you sneak in there.
How does she do that mental disconnect, so her sock puppets can PM her, and give her something to respond to? I realize I'm dealing with someone who is used to dealing with sophisticated sheep brains, so you might have to simplify and generalize a bit to come up with a model.
(RUNS and HIDES!):surprised
Dammit! I wasn't quick enough!:grumpy:
Yeah, you were. That's why I didn't see you.
Yes, I know how you feel! Good Idea to try to avoid the fish at all costs!
Right, I almost forgot about the PM-sphere! Man, she must be damn busy! I assume it costs her at least one hour of meditation and another hour of jogging and other psycho-physical preparation to preform.
We don't know who we're dealing with. We're not even aware.
Next, even for speaking out loud about that will probably get us arrested and interrogated in a dark room by feds.
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