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**OnlineHost** There is a banging at the door
the door of the chatroom |
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RollieGotFingered: Hark! Who dares come to
call at this ungodly hour? |
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IRS: It's two in the afternoon, Mr. Fingers.
Open up. I've come to collect your income tax. |
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RollieGotFingered: Income tax? You blundering
fool! It's January. Taxes are not due for another three
months. |
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IRS: Our records show that you
are the biggest income tax delinquent
in the State of Wisconsin. |
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RollieGotFingered: Preposterous!
I haven't lived in Wisconsin since I pitched there more
than a score ago! |
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IRS: It's on both the Wisconsin
Department of Revenue's website AND your Wikipedia profile,
Mr. Fingers. The Internet does not lie. |
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RollieGotFingered: Confounded series of
tubes! |
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RollieGotFingered: Right. Surely this
matter can be resolved quickly and painlessly.
/gets out checkbook
How much do I owe the Great State of Wisconsin, my
good man? |
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IRS: 1.4 million dollars. |
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RollieGotFingered: Egad! I can't pay that!
I
wait I'm the one with the moustache
You must pay the rent! You must pay the rent! |
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IRS: Are you suggesting that I pay your
taxes for you, Mr. Fingers? This is no time for games. I'm not leaving until
you pay your debt. |
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RollieGotFingered: Is that so, Taxman?
/twirls
left handlebar
Then perhaps you'll wait here for eternity as I make a daring escape in
my flying machine! |
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RollieGotFingered: /hops onto propelled
contraption, turns several knobs
Try and catch me now, Tax-fool! |
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IRS: Mr. Fingers, you just hopped onto
what appears to be your kitchen stove with a beanie propeller and thin, wing-shaped
planks taped to the front and sides. You've just set your pants on fire. |
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RollieGotFingered: Oooh, drat, drat and
double drat! |
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**OnlineHost** IRS has apprehended RollieGotFingered |
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RollieGotFingered: You can't do this to
me! I took the Brewers to the World Series! I'm in
the Hall of Fame!
Utley, do something! |
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Dastardly_and_Utley: chee hee hee |
