>Power Wheeler, Bob
>a/k/a/ Road Runner
> ----beep beep, varoom
GOOD!!!
I'll see you at the local hospital during the TM conference in Seattle!
I'm making arrangements now to have the spinal ward sealed off using
spandex, surgical tape and assorted medical appliances so escape will be
impossible.
I've also arranged to have Dr. Kavorkian as referee and nurse Cratchet
as his assistant. Because your going to need a nurse.
"Kavorkian is optional."
After were in; my gang 'Wheelchairs from Hell' will seal the entrance
with Wet Paper Bags. And stand guard to make sure none of your posse
tries to save you. Because I know you BABY! That's right, I-know-your-
tricks.
Once inside, I'm going to show YOU, just what a full urine bag will do
to the batteries on that pathetic excuse of a power chair of yours.
Were talking SPLAT, BABY, SPLAT!!
I'm going to give new meanings to the words electric chair. In the
dictionary when someone looks up electric-chair it's going to say:
see BOB!
A full 45 minutes of carnage.
"with time outs every 10 minuets for decompressions"
Once I have you at my mercy. I will call you names and belittle YOU,
YOUR FAMILY and FRIENDS until you cry MaMa, MaMa, help me, help me! In
that little GIRLIE voice of yours. Like the coward I know you to be.
If there's anything I can't stand more than a coward or crippled. It's a
cowardly crippled.
THE POWER WHEELER GOES DOWN!
And once I have that sweet, beautiful, golden, World Championship TM
Wrestling Truss around my rather large mammal frame, everyone will know
that:
'Wheels of Death Dave; IS the LAMEST!
grrr-bark-bark-grrr!