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To: Francois Goelo who wrote (3119)	7/2/1999 8:38:00 PM
From: R.E.B.	Respond to of 10354

Hey F.G., are the defendants the "usual suspects" from the Hits Galore ("HITT") suit? Let's get some names out here. I need names for my book. Here are some titles I'm running by Random House: "S.I. / E.R." "The Usual Posters" "Wild Wild Internet" What do you think about the opening - Endless 'clicking.' Nothing but endless clicking coming from the dimly lit upstairs bedroom occupied by ... let's call him Frank for now. Frank hardly gets dressed in the morning anymore. With a pot of coffee and a bottle of two-fingers tequila nearby, (to kill the germs according to Frank), he sits hours on end in front of the electronic window - his only real contact with the outside world. "Those son-a-beeches, I'll show them sons-a-beeches." Frank mumbles to himself as he reads a glorified account of how a new stock will soon make it big for long shareholders. "Y'all know nutton, DO YA HEAR, NUTTON," Frank types as fast as he can. "Scam, turd, with flies, hypsters, idiots, shills" Frank says outloud his common adjectives as he fights with a dozen or so 'longs' on the thread for International Incredible Internet, Inc. ("IIII" OTCBB). "This is fun," Frank says outloud as he warms up his coffee with a shot of the two-fingers. In a chuckle Frank comments, "Once the shorting starts and once I scare the longs into selling, I'll make a killing, yeee-haaaaa. Life just doesn't get any better than this, BUUUURRRRRP." Frank's burp has now clouded his computer screen with a thin wet film and has moistened the tops of his hands with the 'crud mist' of yesterday's tacos. Franks laugh causes his dirty t-shirt to rise up half way on his purtruding hairy belly that hangs about 10 inches over his belt. Frank continues his cyber battle with the longs of "IIII". Little does Frank know that someone is hot on his trail - a trail that will eventually lead Frank to self-destruction as his enemies close in from all sides. To be continued.