I take it from the scorn in your voice that you are still bitter about losing your inventory to me.
In future the intelligent thing to do might be to use the timeout command, a wiser child might not have idled in the sewers and if you'd had the will to protect your items properly you might not have lost them.
I'm glad though that you have decided to use humor and refine your insults somewhat. Simply calling me a cu*t over and over, whilst hiding behind your enemy tells really was dull.
Written by my hand on the 19th of Midsummer, in the year 1207.