You know, I'd like to be privy to the personal messages Fat Che sent my fellow alum Skins, begging to be let back on the island.
It's been a couple of years now, but Fat Che was constantly given warnings by Skins and Lord Marblehead to control his despicable behavior, warnings which Fat Che treated with utter contempt.
And so finally Fat Che got tossed off the island.
After which Fat Che swam over to Big Jerry's salon (democraticwarrior), and immediately began publicly trashing Skins and Skins's island.
At the same time Fat Che was bad-mouthing his former haunt, he was sending messages to Skins, begging and pleading to be let back ashore. Fat Che begged, pleaded, bawled like a baby, kissed posterior, licked posterior, sucked shoes, promised the moon and the stars, groveled, to be taken back in on Skins's island.
My fellow alum, telling Fat Che he'd think about, led Fat Che on, to even more begging and pleading and cajoling and bawling and promising and crying, his pleas getting more and more lachrymose, more and more piteous.
Finally, Skins, figuring Fat Che had debased himself sufficiently, and simply quit answering Fat Che's messages.
Those pleas from Fat Che must be hilarious, and I have no doubt my fellow alum printed them out, and had them framed, for display in his office.