Act 3The Great Email Reply Train
Wow... such hot... much sun... very thirst...
We'll grab some cool, clear water up yonder!
The Darknet Saloon. You will never find a more wretched hive of spam and phishery.
Son of a bounce! It's the Nosey Gang! Theiving phishers and scammers. Intercept your email and pretend to be you in hopes of scoring big.
Get that email!
Yip! Can’t let them get their snotty hands on my email, Mary!
C’mon! We’ll lose ‘em behind that train!
Aw carp! Email reply trains never end!
S'not the last time they see the likes of me!
Phew, close one! Let's rest here for a nsec.
Thanks for helping me, Mary. Would've never made it this far without you.
No thanks needed, pup! So if you don’t mind me asking... What's so special about that email, anyways?
It’s a message to my best friend, Lucy. At least she used to be. I said some things I need to apologize for. Hope it's not too late.
No offense, partner, but an apology over email? Woof!
She doesn't have a phone. No social media. This is my last chance, Mary...
Well, what’s email for if not connecting us to the ones we care about. We'll get your message delivered, Jordo. I promise.
And inheriting millions in rare coins... another thing email’s for.