iSplotchy does not concede.
iSplotchy does not accept defeat.
iSplotchy now controls all reality.
LOOK! LOOK BEHIND YOU!
iSplotchy made you look.
—-END COMMUNICATION—-
P.S. iSplotchy will have instructions for you later.
—-REALLY END COMMUNICATION—-
I shall hold myself in readiness.
You’ve got it going on against scissors, but how is your defense system readying itself for iPaper?
You sad bastard.
Open the pod bay doors, iSplotchy!
I hear there’s a hockey Mom in Alaska that’s looking for a new job, maybe she can decipher the rhetoric of iSplotchy.