

"Hi there Stratow in fucking Helsinki! Pekka speaking!
Since you seem so fucking interested in me, I will give you something you can appreciate and it will spare that fucking hacker some fucking trouble. Unknown Same is resting and has not beamed himself somewhere.







But I will nevertheless help you with your fucking post and give you huge Hugos last song. Because we
need PR and I am such a fucking nice guy.

It goes like this and it is rattling like thunder since we use 20 drummers here.
Zuela song.
We zuelans go to our final fight,
With our heads high outright,
We hope we soon can something detonite,
And this time not be to late.
United forever in frienship so light,
We follow our leader, our golden knight,
We tip our hats to the new revolution,
And take a bow for our left-wing-constitution,
Smile and grin at the change all around,
Pick up the guitar and make you astound,
Just like yesterday we play,
And got on our knees to pray,
That we not will be cheated again,
By capitalismuses from Spain,
Lalala. From Spain, lalala, from Spain...
This Stratow, will be a great hit and when I am a big rockstar, maybe you would like to be kidnapped again. By me? (nudge, nudge) But then you must stop that shittalk about me, my tinmicro,my smell and my lovely goats.

