...HACKING COMMENCED...Hello out there? Is this really working? My name's Whiz Peterson and my friend Gavin told me that I could send a message to anyone on this computer. I didn't even know the library had a computer we could use. I'm usually not allowed in the library. Books and p...er... water don't mix I guess.
Well, if this really does what Gavin says it will do, I'd like to send a message to Herb Overight the so-called inventor of The De-Piddler. It doesn't work! Believe me I've tried. All it does is make me have to go ten times worse and now my elbows squeak whenever I raise my hand in class. What's that all about? There are enough squeakers in this school and I don't want to join their club! I want my money back. It says so on the box that if this product doesn't live up to my expectations I can send it back for a full refund. Well I'm wearing a barrel again, I've ruined six pairs of house slippers and Mrs. Mobley is wearing a neck brace because of a nasty little spill in the fifth grade wing that the janitor is still cleaning up. It's not my fault! You said that The De-Piddler was so piddle proof there would be no need to wear any precautionary devices like galoshes or rubber pants or an upside down umbrella. That was a lie and now poor Mrs. Mobley is paying the price.
The problem is I don't know where to send this thing. I sort of ruined the box. It's all wet and I can't read the return address. So, would you please send me...
...WHO DARES HACK INTO MY SYSTEM...
Um... hello? Is that you Mr. Overight?
... MR. WHO...
I'm trying to get my money back for my De-Piddler.
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It's ruining my life.
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This barrel is awkward.
...TRANSMISSION ENDED...
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