Dear friend, you have been my constant companion in foolishness. You man of few words, I have always wondered if you could speak English worth a shit. I modelled Sid and Merchant on you, striving for the perfect blend of wit and consiseness. But I regret to inform you that your guesses about my aliases are wrong. Perhaps it is because you are not a native English speaker, your ISP being in NY as I recall from the ISP follies. Nor am I that prick Ghoulash, who with all his aliases killed P of T. Not that I begrudge him that. I think he is Jack. Or Liz. Neither am I Mack the Knife, though I wish I were, as he rivals you and Nononsnese for GOOD sense. Je creve. Je meure. Je suis mort!