DJ Banstick smiled to himself. “Heh, that oughta take care of that…” DJ yawned and stretched back in his chair. Now that he’d gotten rid of the hacker, he could go fap for a while. Just as he was about to browse for some fresh she-male midget porn, his computer beeped at him as a his forum access sub-screen popped up.

GHOST Command: Delete Sub-Forum ‘A-NON-A-MOUSE’

“What the ****? Where did that come from?” DJ leaned forward, looking at the screen, and frantically typed into the console, trying to stop the command from launching. But he was too late.

“Holy ****… this is pretty ****ed up right here. Granted, no one gave a damn about that forum, but still! And Wicked Bbum is nowhere to be found!”

(((CHIME)))

MASTERMIND: What's the matter?  Feeling a bit... out of control?
DJBanstick: You son of a ****.  I won't let you get away with this.
MASTERMIND: Really?  And how are you going to stop me?
DJBanstick: Just watch!
MASTERMIND: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
DJBanstick: ....
DJBanstick: Dude, you actually typed that out?  Seriously?
MASTERMIND: Yes, I am just that awesome.
DJBanstick: No, dude.  You gay.  You MAD gay.
MASTERMIND: Yes... in fact.  I am a Monstrous HOMOGAY.  And all your forum are belong to us!
DJBanstick: Okay, really?  That's the most overused phrase in the entire history of the Internet.
MASTERMIND:  EXACTLY!  BECAUSE IT'S A TRAP!
DJBanstick:  *sigh*  Enjoy your permaban.

Okay, I need the Monstrous Homogayz to send in their ‘ban’ choice by TM to me, ASAP. Let’s give it until 6 p.m. Saturday.