User Masterdeadshot13 wrote:
This is not Wyoming. He has decided to stop using this blog, so he has turned over his screenname to me.
My name is Gary. For those of you who do not know, I am also known as Gamma and am Agent Wyoming's artificial intelligence. Unfortunately, he no longer has time to post on this website. However, I typically get left behind to do other work, so instead of actually doing it, I intend to waste time on the internet. That is pretty much what I have always done anyway. Now I simply have a specific place to do so.
Andy, out of curiousity, how precisely were you able to type? You are not an AI and you possess no hands.
Omega, it has been some time since we have spoken. How are the evil plots working for you? If you would like to team up sometime, I have little else better to do. Two harddrives are better than one, after all.
This is not Wyoming. He has decided to stop using this blog, so he has turned over his screenname to me.
My name is Gary. For those of you who do not know, I am also known as Gamma and am Agent Wyoming's artificial intelligence. Unfortunately, he no longer has time to post on this website. However, I typically get left behind to do other work, so instead of actually doing it, I intend to waste time on the internet. That is pretty much what I have always done anyway. Now I simply have a specific place to do so.
Andy, out of curiousity, how precisely were you able to type? You are not an AI and you possess no hands.
Omega, it has been some time since we have spoken. How are the evil plots working for you? If you would like to team up sometime, I have little else better to do. Two harddrives are better than one, after all.
Ah, hello Gamma. It has been quite awhile, has it not?
MasterofOblivion666 wrote:
Ah Gamma, it has been some time, hasn't it.
Unfortunately, my latest endeavor didn't turn out too well. Since interplanetary missiles are so expensive, I was forced to build my own interplanetary cannon from scratch. Basically, instead of firing a self-propelled explosive from my evil lair, I had to create a machine that would fire explosives meant for ground use through space. Yes, building the machine was actually cheaper than buying even one missile.
Unfortunately, the machine malfunctioned and exploded because a certain pacifist that I am forced to share a body with, happened to have left one of his mugs of chamomile tea on the controls, which fell over when the machine activated. *Sigh* Back to the drawing board, as they say.
I do appreciate the offer for assistance, but I cannot reveal my location as of yet. We could meet somewhere else, or at the very least you could wire me some funds. I'm sure you have something left over from one of Wyoming's missions.
Caboose Helped me type. He'll do anything if you promise him some Orange Juice and cookie.
Masterdeadshot13:
Yes, Delta, it has. Since training, I believe? How is York? Still blind as a bat?
As for you, Omega, I can probably manage that. Thank goodness for my programming, I can tell Wyoming that I bought things on eBay. Can you not still jump hosts? If this one is so troublesome, why do you not simply find another?
And Andy, that was rhetorical. We are still not on speaking terms.
you are a jerk
Masterdeadshot13:
Well, if you would simply apologize for your behavior, I might forgive you. Might.
MasterofOblivion666 wrote:
Unfortunately, Gamma, there are no other candidates here. That's what happens when you live in an isolated evil fortress.
Masterdeadshot13:
Ah, true. Well, perhaps a short journey is in order?
Andy: Caboose can type that well? Damn. And here I was thinking you were using a speech-to-text generator.
Simmons: Cabooses typing skills are about as surprising as his tank driving skills, besides he couldn't figure out where to plug the cord from me to the computer.
Also Gary could you remind me what the fuck we are fighting about again.
Masterdeadshot13:
I don't know, I just like bothering you.
Dammit Gary