MISTER Christian

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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:52 am

(Say it like Charles Laughton in Mutiny On The Bounty)

The correspondence between and Lad has become a tad acrimonious of late.

Quoth the Lad:

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I received your emails,I am not sure I can make this transaction deal with you,you like your situation at present,you don't have a passport,you don't have a company,then what did not do,you want to be poor for the rest of your life.
If that is how you want it,good luck.

Mick was less than impressed:

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Do you like putting shit on me? I don't like working in a garage when there's the chance of millions. I also don't like being put down by smug little pen-pushers.
You should get hold of some JP and draw up a business agreement (not too specific), which spells out the deal and how we'll share the money. Sign it, get it properly witness by the JP, and send it to me.
Over to you.

The Lad didn't like that:

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So you know that you don't like working in a garage when opportunity comes your way.
You can not give me condition,I am to give you condition and you follow,ok.
How do I trust you,that is the question,because you are nothing than a garage boy,are you married,do you have kids,which country are you from and how old are you.
Get back to me immediately because I want to make this transaction deal with a responsable man.

Mick returned the favour:

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Are we in a pissing contest now?
Do you think I'm some grease-stained teenage petrol pump attendant? Do I think you're some fat-cheeked little chair-polisher?
Let me put you straight. I'm not some garage boy. I'm a qualified mechanic, with sidelines in prospecting and tourist guide. I'm comfortable money-wise.
I'm 51, married but widowed (car crash). I have a daughter who went to Sydney and works as a model under her mother's maiden name. We swap Christmas cards. I haven't seen her for five years.
Which country am I from? Don't you read my bloody letters? I told you I'm from Australia - which part of that didn't you get?
On the question of conditions - I think you forgot something. You contacted me, not the other way around. I'm not asking for help - you are. I have a right to set some guidelines!

Things stabilised for a while - then this arrived:

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This is how to re-write the agreement letter in a plain paper and send to me [The address line]

I,MR........................PROMISED TO GIVE YOU 25% OF US$10MILLION WHEN I RECEIVED IN MY BANK ACCOUNT........................
I AM A CHRISTIAN,I HAVE FEAR FOR GOD,I DON'T CHEAT NOR DECIVE.
IN A SITUATION WHERE I DID NOT GIVE YOU YOUR 25% AGREED,WITH MY COMPANY'S LETTER HEADED PAPER AND MY CONTACT ADDRESS,YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE TO ME.
THANKS.

MR .................
SIGN ...................... WITNESS
NAME.....................

SIGN............................
DATE..................... DATE
........................

The last line of the 'agreement' is especially funny considering that is based on the sadistic killer from that vile slasher flick Wolf Creek.

My reply:

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You have GOT to be jerking my chain. There is no way in hell I'm going to sign this.

More to come?