Zseni wrote:

Well you made three points in that mess, I'll take them one by one:

1. "What?"

I said, "you're poor, crazy, unemployed, and incoherent."

2. "I'm not poor or unemployed or incoherent."

Yes, you are!

3. "You're fat!"

Your food? Your drugs? My taxes pay for them. You're not acting like you're very grateful.

Let me anticipate your next round here:

1. "I'm not poor or unemployed or incoherent."

CATTLEBIRDS! That makes you hungry, yet you can't eat or else your abdomen explodes. Also, did you know that your feathers and soda pop can tabs aren't actually buying the coffee? Those nice girls at the Starbucks just feel sorry for you.

2. "You're fat!"

Yes, I'm a planet. I'm orbiting ballast. Only space can support my tremendous bulk. But I'm still not poor, crazy, unemployed, or incoherent, and Ray is still wrong. And so are you.

Your first round was way better. You took it too far with the word by word response. I mean there was good stuff in there but it just went on way too long. Timing, that's what you lack. You've got plenty of witty repartee, but no sense of when to start or stop interjecting it. Brevity etc. etc. I have to give you credit for not flipping out into an episode of psychotic rage like BDR, though. Or writing for as many yawning reams as Ray. And you didn't try to dress up last century's lines like those two. All in all a more dignified showing. Anyway good try but you lose, horribly.

Who loves ya, baby?