} > You do not have a stable income.
}
} Wrongo, dweeb-face. I get a very large income from the stables. OK, so
} it's mostly horse shit, but I still get a lot of it, and I do sell it by
} the cartload to the net.oraculites.
}
} > You have a fictitious address.
}
} Wrong again, Mr. Terra-Cotta Jerk. My address ain't in Fictitious. I
} get all my mail at POB 4124145123, Surrealism, IX 12492+14523i.
}
} > You have an illegally obtained credit limit.
}
} I stole it myself, Mr. Field Mouse!
}
} > You do not own any assets we want.
}
} Well I never! You keep your filthy hands off my assets, Miss American
} Piranha! I'm a good little Oracle, I am, and I don't go with people who
} are just after my assets!
}
} > You have been delinquent on your account for the last three months.
}
} No way, Mister Remedial Cobra! I'm over 18!
}
} > You have never made a payment more than $10 on your account.
}
} Why, Mister Dung Eater, I deposited fifteen salamander eyes, eleven
} cases of root beer, twenty dates with Lisa, eighteen pounds of
} concentrated moonlight, a pink flamingo, a book of nursery rhymes, and a
} pair of tickets to the next muskrat show.
}
} > You are overlimit and have been so for the last three months.
}
} Ain't no way, Mister Incompetent Person! I only 108 pounds!
}
} > You couldn't make the minimum payment even if you obtained a grant.
}
} Wrong once more, Miss Pimply Person! I had Cary for three whole nights,
} not counting a quickie behind the rutabega truck!
}
} > Finally, we think you are using your account to purchase stolen
} > items.
}
} I bought 'em fair and square, Mr. Leninist Nerd!
}
} You owe the Oracle a new account!
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