The only thing I've downloaded I shouldn't have were clips of you as a teacher from some film you were in. I'd gladly give those to the boys in the bureau.

The bongs, sammura, the one-hitters, the bats, the roach clips, the frisbee you separate seeds in. All gone forever and for what? For a chance to talk to the men in the navy blue suits who will walk down the stairs from your tenement shaking their heads muttering "kyoto? kittens? jew-jap crazy mutha fucka needs ta go down?"

It's not worth it baby- email them again and tell them you take it all back. Besides, Wankus thinks you're hot.