From about 13 September 2001, in Corvallis just after Camp.
I was on Eridani, Rick's computer -- thus the name.
Nick was across the room on Europa, and between us was
a major war waged with rubber bands fresh from Kinko's.
I believe we bought "Mink Car" the next day.

Charlidani: duck
Platypus: *shaking of fist*
Platypus: duck
Charlidani: I'll git chew, Blanchard-Wright!
Charlidani: bastard!
Platypus: don't mess with texasw
Platypus: er, texas either.. but especially no texasw
Charlidani: Your uncle sleeps with two sheets!
Charlidani: Your yet-unborn neice enjoys Liberace
Charlidani: !
Charlidani: duck
Platypus: the manner in which you conduct yourself belies a possible lack of cranial capacity and moral fortitude
Charlidani: Your compulsion to direct attention to the ostensible shortcomings of others suggests deep-seated intellectual insecurity.
Charlidani: ("You should seek professional medical help, man!")
Platypus: your unwillingness, nay, inability to accept well intentioned personal criticism lends further credibility to my original assertion
Charlidani: My generous-though-startling uncovering of the weaknesses of those near to myself is an expression of the highest altruistic spirit in the advancement of social intercourse.
Platypus: speaking in a manner most frank, and with all due respectful consideration to your honorable self, you sir are an ignoramous and a scalawag of the highest order.
Charlidani: Sir. Whilst respecting, insofar as respect might (or, as it might be -- might *not*) be due, your nerve-motives for such behaviour as you have so recently exhibited, I consider your arguments unseemly in the extremest extreme; it
would not, in fact, be too much to say that you show yourself to be an utter hooligan and hum-bug.
Platypus: You, good Sir, are an oaf and a fop; Your statements, actions, and very life are folly. I would be remiss, were I to fail in my duty to your esteemed selfe and, indeed, my duty to all of man-kind to shed the piercing light of logical thought and scientific reason on your foolish and impulse-driven actions.
Platypus: Please be assured, how-ever, that I do not hold you your-self responsible for your mis-guided ways. From the objective platform that sentient thought provides me, I can appreciate that your actions are the result of primitive and deep-seeded drives not under the control of whatever higher brain-functions you may or may not possess.
Platypus: Indeed, your seemingly futile attempts to mimic the behaviours of the more highly evolved influences in your life, while clearly without any hope of success, are a credit to the noble spark of self aware-ness that even now lies dormant in your pre-cognitive "mind."
Charlidani: Through your snatching-up of such vogue-words as "logical" and "scientific", you might well sway the unwary or
weak-of-character with such a claim, but to those us us upon whom the True Light of Intellect shines, your blatherings are not as a light but as a silvered-mirror-glass -- a silvered-mirror-glass, as it may be. that reflects not upon the outer world as does the silvered-mirror-glass of art does, but upon your own self; reflecting, I say, the vilenes
Charlidani: -- the vilenesses and verbal filth of your charges back upon your own visage.
Platypus: Another astounding discovery. Despite the many obstacles between your-self and truly abstract thought, you have somehow correctly divined the connection between the key-board device and the display of characters on the light-emitting display. Perhaps I have underestimated your potential; You may well prove useful in the execution of tasks too menial for sentient man, but too complex to be entrusted to most of the lower primates.
Charlidani: Thankth, marthter.
Charlidani: duck
Platypus: Also, you, Sir, remind me of Hitler.
Charlidani: Your dusky-hued hair -- your fierce disposition -- your lousy shot with rubber bands -- I see before me none but the image of Atilla the Hun.
Charlidani: s/before/behind/
Charlidani: Haw haw!
Platypus: What are you, some kind of commie-pinko?
Charlidani: Capitalist dupe!
Charlidani: Auugh, my elbow! Not.
Charlidani: Face shot!
Charlidani: Yes!
Charlidani: MacPhereson's Patent Portable Head-Sheild -- Proof Againt Hottentots[tm].
Charlidani: The Survival Wear That Doubles as a Shirt(r).
Charlidani: When you loose this pathetic conflict, you may console yourself with the knowledge that you deserved it.
Platypus: quite a consolation