Teleconf. ZX-Net #09 05 апреля 1996

ZXNet - logs ZX-SHADOW.

From: ZX-SHADOW ZXNet: 095: 4,789,108 .. 5,556,189
Date: 25.03.96 time: 09.57


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  - Allo, Allo, Allo!.
 SHIT, yeah that's me screaming like an idiot!
Although I know a relationship exists pi.dataya, well, you're 
probably aware of! Here I just now called ART-Soft'u rather 
hardly sounded something like 11.30, just FUCKING any. Funny, I 
nazvanival hours nine, and not that he was busy, and busy it 
was globally, it can only Lytkarino, but the essence of the 
following. Dial I mean, 5 normalek, 62, all right, 9, 
bummer-occupied. That for bugs PBX eaten? Dial again 
56297,-SHIT,-I in a rage throw govorilnik its rightful place, 
the latter issued an eerie rasp, much like dying. Poraskinuv 
brains, I decided that Krasnogorsk captured damned Chechens and 
communications will not be dtsat days. After collecting the 
brain, which as you probably I remember the spread on both 
sides, I'm thinking specifically nakernila Why my brain that I 
had gathered, again fled to room, and I was spread-eagled on 
the floor. Well, think about, I thought that Artem prnishka 
sociable and so downloaded the PBX that she refuses to work on 
the first 4 digits of his number. On they decided that I still 
decided to put their brains, which cost me great difficulty. 
Another thought gently knocked on my beztolkovuyu - and 
suddenly it's my PBX coverings, the thought hands decouple and 
my gray matter with a splash spread out across the floor. I cry 
rushed to the telephone, but this yellow beast inconsolably 
silent - completely cut off,, flashed in my head, why am I 
plopped down on the floor. Then I remembered how I got angry 
when I heard this rattle, from which even the most persistent 
and worldly-wise people goosebumps ran-like. I jumped up and ran

to another phone - works! -, Dial the number 56297, rejoice
and dial 6, - SHIT!.
 - Must-have and brains to gather, so why (?) Vseravno then 
again scatter!


                          THE END


            continuation of someone else to roll ...


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