OK, OK. I was having fun, but it has gone too far. I apologize to you, Jason, and to your wife Helen. I didn't really mean those things I wrote about you.
However, Jason, if you ever want to exchange a few barbs just for the hell of it, don't hesitate.
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who are you?Seems you are afraid of your identity.
Who am I? Good heavens! Don't you know who I am? I thought everybody knows who I am. But you do not? Good lord. You may call me Bert.
You nailed it. I am afraid of my identity. I just hate it when I go to the bank and get help from a new teller who asks to see my identity. I almost can't bear it. It is very traumatic.
I take it you aren't afraid of your identity, then.
are you a local here in moscow or somewhere else in the country? And eventho "I may" call you bert, is that even your real name?
A local here in Moscow? Good lord, no. I am somewhere else in the world as opposed to country. You see, I have never even been to Russia. And let me be clear about what you may call me. Now follow me closely. You may call me "Bert". I mentioned nothing about calling me "bert". And what do you mean "is that even your real name"? As I said, "bert" is not my real name. The sobriquet that you may use is "Bert".
you are lame, boring to talk to, and just plain weird. im out.
I win! Ha ha! He can't hack it, and he's reeeally livid.
It feels so good to have a deep victory from which he will never recover.
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