>yo man, i really don't want to waste the time or effort getting itno a
>huge drawn out argument with you, i'm just simply going to ignore
>everything you say.  

In that case, good riddance.

>Becasue, unlike you, i have the ability to walk away
>from a fight i know really deosn't have much meaning.  

Yup, you sure do.  Congratulations.  Would you like an award?

>yeah, i know you
>are going to say you shut me up and all that but i just don't have the
>time to argue wiith you.  Aoi, you mind smiting this guy a couple times
>for me?

Two more smites from Aoi?  Not much, considering the argument's we've
gotten into.  (Remember the Edgars, Aoi?) <eg>

Hunter Kid
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>open hk.sig
    The older man, Genma, snorted.  "Believe me, boy.  The Conerians aren't
the brightest bunch around, but they know a Pravok name when they hear one.
 One whisper of our real names to them, and we're goners."  He made a
gesture of a sword slicing through a neck, which was enough to quell any of
Ryoga's complaints.
    "Fine, fine," Ryoga consented with a sigh.  "I still think it's sort of
a dishonorable thing to do, hiding our identities and all."
    Genma smirked.  "Better dishonorable than dead, boy.  You'd best
remember that."
					 	-from Song of the Lute, chapter 1
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