>Moderator: Where's the broadcast station?
>Anon: I don't know what you're talking about --
>Moderator: The letters, Anon. What do they mean? Where are they broadcast from?
>Anon: I don't know anything about the letters!
>Moderator: What about Polly?
>Anon: What about him? He never wrote anything!
>*Anon gets electrocuted*
>Anon: Arrgghhhh!
>Moderator: Do not FUCK with me. I know where you there. You joined /bant/ on August 6, [redacted]. You were there when post number one-four-six-six-two-two-six-seven was made. Before the archives were destroyed!
>Anon: ...I don't remember.
>*Anon gets electrocuted again*
>Anon: AARRRGH!
>Moderator: Focus, Anon! We're out of fucking time! The boards are on the fucking brink of war!
>Anon: What war? Who the fuck are you anyways?
>*Anon winces in pain*
>Anon: God...I just keep hearing...the fucking letters.
>Moderator: ...It's a story, Anon. The letters, are a story...You've been brainwashed.
>Anon: ...But Polly didn't write...he never...ughhhhhhh
>Moderator: Anon?
>Anon: ...Dies...Dies......Dies...
>Moderator: We're losing him. Give him another four hour ban. We'll see if he's stable when he's back.
