[spinestein]

[I suspect us dainty, shy, mild-mannered FReepers might not take it very well if Uncle Sam starts trying to tell us either what to say or how we can say it.]

THEY WILL HAVE TO PRY MY COMPUTER KEYBOARD FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS.

[geedee]

THEY WILL HAVE TO PRY MY COMPUTER KEYBOARD FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS.

And mine. I suspect the Pubbies know better than to shoot the ones who sent them to the dance.