"At my age I've spent enough time arguing with my own dick that I have no problem keeping this up with a smaller and easier one like yourself.

"I should try harder to prove to you that I'm not here for titles? You mean me saying 'maybe I'm not here for titles' wasn't proof enough? But I tried so hard when I said that!

"Or not.

"If you were capable of retaining memories you'd be able to recall that I was asking you to get inside this ice chest so I could bring you back to your owner and master, Peter Gilmour. For someone who questions what is or isn't taken in the literal sense, you're sure a literal piece of shit when it comes to remembering and referencing facts and events. Holy fucking shit you're slow!

"Let's take a trip back -- way back if you will -- all the way back to when you told me I'm running around in a mask and under the guise of someone else. See, dumb fuck , the split motherfucking second you made it a point to reference a literal mask and suggest I'm under some guys (since you're a and want to see me under guys) you forfeited the right to use the bullshit backtracking maneuver of denial. Fuck face; plain and simple I called you out on your hallucinations and asked for a description of them. Now you will give me that description or I'll get you in a fish hook match in the very near future and win that match by using you to catch me a goddamn bluegill! You should be big enough for a tiny bluegill, right gilldick?

"Now as for why other fucktards want to use my name to boost themselves, well is there any wonder really? What the fuck other name would somebody use to m-- oh......oh yeah that's right, you're the dumb fuck using the name Gilmour instead of the name Feder. I'm starting to wonder if you're even slightly related to the man you claim to be a detachment from because you're pretty shitty at this trash talking game and I can tell you right now the real Peter Gilmour would eat you up and spit you out -- not literally; ok maybe literally too but I think you know what I mean. Weak ass pussy.

"Imagine that? All you are is a dick from top to bottom and still getting called a pussy.

"Now as I said before -- supply me with something of substance so I can really have some fun ripping it to shreds. Or would you prefer to spend a few more minutes trying to convince me I'm not the man who dominated Sebastian Duke, Neonero, Mark Flynn, NAZI, John Madison and countless others? Boy are you and everyone else going to be swallowing lumps down your throats after Madness; and that's hard for a dick to do, isn't it?

Mister Mystery pins the stringy organ under the ice chest he plans to deliver it to Gilmour in.