Valdez says:
Er...not to keep on asking things, but how do you send a group PM?
Azar says:
Well, first, I buy a rabbit.
Valdez says:
Done.
Azar says:
I then release it into the wild, where it wanders aimlessly for several years, suffering through blight, disease, an unsurpassable desire for booze, unprotected sex, and quick rabbit whores. After a living period of 3.4 years, I hunt it down using only my sense of smell and place it in a stainless-steel cage for safekeeping. It then proceeds to poop all over the place. Following so far?
Valdez says:
Yes, but...
...when do you buy the computer?
Azar says:
After that, I ship it to the Bahamas. However, it will, of course, be washed overboard during the voyage, gnaw its way out of the cage, and swim to Cuba. There it will incite a rebellion, leading to the overthrowing of Castro's ineffective regime, and install itself as dictator. This will provide the rabbit with ample supplies to reenact the Cuban Missile crisis, which it will do posthaste. Once that matter is resolved, the rabbit generally tires of the responsibilities of leading a third world country, and will retire to a pleasant villa in France. From there it will pen a series of letters to anyone we want, because everyone knows retired people need something to do. Then we stab it in the face and cook it for dinner.
Valdez says:
That's all very complicated.
Valdez says:
Do you get on the computer after dinner?
Azar says:
No.
Were you not paying attention to the letters bit?
The rabbit's computer can absorb letters through the process of Osmosis, as unlikely as that sounds.
Valdez says:
Oh. I'm sorry, that was daft of me.
Azar says:
It's okay, boy. As long as you've learned your place.
Valdez says:
I have. Mastah.
Okay, the rabbit's dead. Now how do we get to addressing PM's?
Azar says:
Well, naturally, the process starts all over.
Valdez says:
But what about the technical computer bit?
Azar says:
So...you've got about...oh, I'd say a good decade to wait. Hope it's not important.
Valdez says: ?