Dear Impersonator,
I can smell your path as I smell fresh, dry air on a summer day. There is still time for you to get out of this without facing my wrath of words in my upcoming proclaimation of guilt. This can be achieved by providing your name, a confession statement, and a promise of never again comitting such a despicable crime as impersonation. The deadline for this is the same for the ultimatum of stopping all impersonations.
With annoyance,
Adam Anderson (the author)
I am very, very confused. I take it in my 3 or so days of absence somebody has been impersonating me. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, this will not do. If absolutly necessary I can prove that I am the real Spoonman, thus I give Adam sevral words to take from, Contraption, Apparatus, Dec. 26, and GUI. I have now proved that I am indeed the Spoonman.
Thanx
Later