Originally Posted by FighterHayabusa

Is that right. Well you've caught me! I have aspirations to be the King of the World and you've heard the announcement right here in this thread!

I've got a little story for you, more of a narrative I guess. My main character is say "Joe S". He has a wife named, oh... Mary. Joe's nemesis is um.... Starman.

Mary enters the room to find Joe in his boxers and T-shirt, a prominent grape juice stain on his right leg. Mary is feeling frisky and nuzzles up to Joe. Joe says, "not now honey, I've got to flame a newb!". Joe cracks his fingers and begins to type. Mary asks, "what does flame a newb mean, honey?". He answers, "that's where someone says something dumb and we that know better call him names and stuff. Here, check it out!"

Mary reads the thread. She smiles occasionally at the wit and charm of Starman. She lets herself fantasize about a romantic liaison with Starman. She looks at her husband's eager face.

"Do you realize that in your haste you've been flaming him for making points that you actually agree with?" she asks.

Mary watches as her husband's eyes glaze over.

"I mean, he says it right here, and again here, and then you counter with the same point? And here, you actually admit it in print!"

Mary looks at the man she married, hoping for a glint of recognition. Joe thinks about cheese.

"Did you see here where I called him "kid"?" he says.

Mary shakes her head and leaves the room. Joe plays Europe's Final Countdown to get in the flaming zone.