BOBASERA1: I believe in the Gazette. I've always posted my theories in the Gazette, I gave my mind freedom to think any theory about TP. But it developed a theory, a crazy one, about Coop marrying Annie. I didn't protest, I posted it... Then people laughed, found it ridiculous, without any logic or background. My mind suffered and I with it, she was the light of my life and because of that theory it was no longer brilliant... I complained to the mods, like a good Gazetteer, but they wouldn't listen... Disagreeing with me was not a matter of dishonor, they said. And then I thought: "For justice we must go to Don Gordone".
DON GORDONE: Why did you go to the mods? Why didn't you come to me first?
BOBASERA1: What do you want of me? Tell me anything. But do what I beg you to do...
DON GORDONE: What is that?
BOBASERA1 (whispering in the Don's ear): I want people to agree with me...
DON GORDONE: That I cannot do.
BOBASERA1: I'll give you anything you ask.
DON GORDONE: We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you tell me your problems with the Gazette, I can't remember the last time that you agreed with me 100% about a theory I wrote. But let's be frank here: you never wanted to agree with me. You found paradise in the Gazette, posted stuff, had some fun. The mods protected you, you didn't need a friend like me. But now you come to me and you say "Don Gordone I want justice for my theory"- But you don't ask with respect. You don't like MD. You don't even think to agree that Star Wars sucks. Instead, you come into this thread and post that completely off-topic, resurrecting a long forgotten issue...
BOBASERA1: Agree with me, Godfather...
DON GORDONE: Bobasera1 , Bobasera1, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? Had you come to me saying Earle was the husband Annie was talking about and that Coop will die being single, then this scum that laughed at you would be suffering this very day. And that by chance a man who agrees with Gordone's theories makes enemies, then they become my enemies. And then they would fear you...
BOBASERA1: Annie will never marry Coop... Be my friend (kisses his hand)
DON GORDONE: Good.