╔════════════════──────── ─────────────────── ───════════════════╗ │ PRINTED WITH CONTINUATION. │ ╚════════════════──────── ─────────────────── ───════════════════╝ (C) Andrey Shcherbakov (R) Fedin Pavel THREE SISPS ───────────── In one fairy forest, where there were three users per each modem is 2400, and each modem is 14400 - apparently innocent Dimo, and the tax services - four for each user, lived a long time ago a long time ago (or maybe just recently) three little sissy pigs, and their name was... no, not Nuf-Nuf, Nif-Nif and Naf-Naf, but Ice-Ice, Steel-Steel and just Pig-Pig. They lived, that is, they lived, played with toys, wrote programs. mki, read texts, looked at naked women from GIFs, and, In general, we had a very, very good time. But then one day, when they had already played enough of all the games, everyone the women were examined and discussed, and it was already time, I must say, So, as autumn approaches, we decided to build three little sissy pigs each for himself a BBS. By way of general discussion, they found the idea very good. natural, and to the users who turned up under their hooves, she I really liked it. And so we decided to install a sissy for ourselveson BBS, and not just look, but right tomorrow, that is, even today... Only one possible Nikla bad luck: the software for BBS was done far away visible-invisible, audible-inaudible, installable-non-installable mo. And so the sysopians decided to think about who should install what software. “I propose,” Pig-Pig grunted importantly, “to put one- well, a large general BBS, and software on it as needed change and debug... “You’re driving,” said Ice-Ice. “You’re coming,” Steel-Steel said offended. “We ourselves are cool and we’ll set up a BBS even cooler than yours,” They declared together and hurried away. All Pig-Pig can do is shrug his bristly shoulders, don't give a damn and start installing BBS for yourself. He was pig- nok reasonable and decided to put it on something cool and trouble-free. And Ice-Ice and Steel-Steel recursively tore apart and decided to Via yourself on the BBS completely, completely alone. Ice-Ice dug through the archives with floppy disks and got himself SuperBBS, and began to install it, humming the song to himself the following content: Of course, I'm cooler than everyone else coolest of all, coolest of all, I put the board on the Supra, on Supra, Wow... Having installed the Supra and had plenty of time with it, even to that scruffsweated, Ice-Ice thought he was really cool and went to see how things were going with Steel-Steel. He didn’t install the Supra because he considered it crap, and installed PCBoard. And not just PCBoard, but just sleep... sorry- those honestly and decently copied by PCBoard from the very, very eat up the latest version. And under his breath he grunted to himself, which, sorry, doesn't rhyme and ultimately means that PCBoard is the coolest. “You are,” said Ice-Ice, “in vain PeCiBord... What if it’s a Wolf?” -- Grey? -- Grey. - And he is a lame. At this point, the friends grunted joyfully and unanimously bet PCBoard for debugging and went to see how it coped with his task is Pig-Pig. Pig-pig, as already popularly explained above, was a piglet very reasonable, and did not raise any suspicious PCBoard and humping SuperBBS. He sat and, from time to time wiping the sweat from his snout with his hoof, I installed Host under TeleMate. Ice-Ice and Steel-Steel treated this with due understanding. - Well, lamer! - said Ice-Ice. “It’s really bad,” Steel-Steel chimed in. “You yourself are lamer,” Pig-Pig grunted arrogantly. - I'm cool- that one. What if it's a Wolf? Grey? “And he’s lame,” Steel-Steel recalled. “You are lamer yourself,” repeated Pig-Pig. - A beast, after all. Wild, maybe. - Of course, wild! - happily assent... no,grunted Ice-Ice. - He’s probably seeing BBS for the first time... Here we are for him we'll show... - Let's show, let's show! - said both Steel-Steel and friends leaving - or Pig-Pig, singing a song at the top of his lungs: We are, of course, cooler than everyone else, coolest of all, coolest of all, Wolf The Gray will settle down, Wolf The Grey, Grunt! And the insidious Wolf The Gray was sleeping on the next node, scratching his sing behind your ear and occasionally burp the beer you drank the day before yesterday. Unexpected he suddenly dreamed that two people were joyfully jumping next to him very well-fed sissy piglets. Wolf The Gray stirred and I woke up unexpectedly. The dream did not disappear, and Wolf The Gray happily realized that it was pleasant A rich breakfast, a hearty lunch and a delicious dinner are guaranteed to him. While he was remembering the rules for cutting up a pork carcass, two pigs the little kas, not suspecting anything and bawling at the top of his lungs, whose throat is a song of abusive content, which lists wondered what would happen to the Gray Wolf if they met him, got out to the node where I had just deigned to sleep actually Wolf The Grey. Wolf The Gray couldn't stand such impudence. He growled. And very loud. The song of the piglets stopped instantly, the word "Grey" remained new directly in the lungs, or more precisely, from the Wolf’s point of view, in the sternum ke Ice-Ice, andthe letter "y" somehow unpleasantly tickled his inner ness. For some reason the hind hooves of the sissy piglets have become somehow damp, one might even say wet from who knows why. - W-w-w-wolf, no way? - Steel-Steel grunted, stuttering. “G-g-gray,” Ice-Ice whispered with a lisp. - SAVE YOURSELF WHO CAN! - who said this famous phrase in that decisive moment remains to be decided by historians. And the piglets their hooves flashing, they rushed, not making out the road, through the forest. Behind them, rattling forks, knives and aluminum plates, Wolf The Gray rushed, regretting that such a run would make the piglets blood may increase the content of food harmful to wolves cholesterol levels and in general they can lose weight. Along the route, the piglets, accompanied by significantly different who became the honorary escort of the Gray Wolf, was BBS Ice-Ice. He quickly jumped into it and, trembling, prepared press Alt-H. Ten minutes later, the Gray Wolf ran up to the BBS. He was a Wolf reasonable, so first I caught my breath, took validol, volume of beer, then more validol, then again beer, then beer with va- lidol, and after all this he felt good. “Pig,” he called lazily. - Get out... User has arrived! - I won’t get out! - Ice-Ice screamed hysterically from inside. “So: the pig is in place,” the Wolf said busily. - I'm not a pig! I'm a pig! - Skinny,Maybe? - the Wolf asked ironically. -- Very! I can barely stand on my hooves!!! “We’ve already stepped on such a rake,” said the Wolf sternly. - Come out, meat! - You yourself are meat! - Why didn’t you go to school? - Gray Wolf was surprised. - Vol- they don't eat cows... - This is me to insult... Lamer! “Well, that’s not like a gentleman...” the Wolf was offended. - Vol- the chicks insulted him, Bear - well, he’s generally vulgar, but so that lunch rude... Get out, pig, I still have to catch your sidekick! -What kind of criminal expressions are these? - Ice-Ice was indignant because inside. - Right now I’ll call the Moderator! “I found someone to scare,” said the Wolf, picking his teeth with a fork. -- Predator! “Well, this is too much,” the Wolf was offended and began to pee preoccupiedly. hit the door with your shoulder. More precisely, not a shoulder, but I don’t even know how this part of the body... that is, not even the body, but... in general, I don’t know how This is what the Wolves call it. The door gave in with difficulty, but it did. Poor Ice-Ice is doing fine he felt cold inside, but he suddenly remembered about the spare Quit, ac- tivized him and found himself out of his BBS. The last sound he heard on his own territory, there was a crackle of SuperBBS being erased... Ice-Ice rushed through the forest, stumbling over stumps, twigs, canned food old cans and used cartridge cassettes from laser printers tera. Both of them and the third ran away with a terrible squeal. Sov- seven not far behind you poorthe pig felt terrible the intermittent breathing of the Gray Wolf. A piglet with the speed of a courier train, as they wrote before, or at the speed of a Pentium, as we should write now... Then is there a reason to write? Dial! So that I take the hand... Well, so the piglet, in general, rushed very quickly towards house in a large clearing, where a chimney of a potbelly stove curled up wet, smelled of freshly prepared slop with acorns and Steel-Steel's BBS. The cunning Steel-Steel rightly decided that the Wolf would be quite one rather skinny pig is enough for a feast (I meant Ice-Ice, of course), and therefore completely calm was going to have a snack. Suddenly, screams from the street interrupted his feast. The first thing is saw Steel-Steel, looking out the window - big, big poro- a thousand eyes, pleadingly looking at him, and then - quickly, quickly - three fingering the pig's hooves. Steel-Steel was an honest, decent and friendly pig, and he immediately guessed that trouble had happened.
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