There are prophets, yae (?… how the hell do you even spell that?), even unto this day.  I converse with one regularly, the Taco Prophet.

What follows is an account of our conversation.  The only editing is for spelling and to remove personal data.

Learn and know, oh plebians of the Taco King!

Taco Prophet: you know whats disturbing, creepy, and wrong?

DrTuba: ?

DrTuba: <pseudonym’s (clever eh?)> sex life?

Taco Prophet: lol

Taco Prophet: and a whole bunch of ewww to that

Taco Prophet: no

DrTuba: lol

Taco Prophet: listening to air supply while playing chaos (Warhammer Online, folks)

DrTuba: lmao

DrTuba: why are you listening to air supply recreationally to begin with?

DrTuba: setting the mood for your hand?

Taco Prophet: this music makes me cry thinking about a lost girlfriend all the while killing innocent villagers in a MMORPG

DrTuba: lmao

DrTuba: well that’s one way to lose them

Taco Prophet: kk all mages accept 1 tank in rvr

Taco Prophet: think well win?

DrTuba: lol

DrTuba: better chance of frosty the snowman walking through downtown hell

Taco Prophet: lmao

Taco Prophet: wow we took one down

DrTuba: w00t

DrTuba: dyslexic devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa

Taco Prophet: lol

DrTuba: build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a night

DrTuba: set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life

Taco Prophet: and very resentful

Taco Prophet: and scared of fire

DrTuba: lol