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I think the real question is: would you actually wear that?  

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I think the real question is: would you actually wear that?  

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While holidaying in Down Under, soccerfeva wears the HC shirt. And then he saw others wearing the same shirt. And then he said, hi! are you from HC? What's your name in HC?

My name is Valeriy. And yours?

soccerfeva. Nice to meet you. Let me treat you to a drink.

Next time, perhapes. I am in a hurry.

Oh come on, admin. The world is so big, it's not easy for us to meet.

Ok, but we'll pay for our own drinks. I am not accepting bribes from you.

Oh, so that's what you are worried about, is it? Haha you've great sense of humour. Hahaha!

Val and soccerfeva sits down and chat about everything, from spam to mods to former mods to quality posts to qps and...

'So val, any qp for me? I've spent time with you. Is that not contributing to HC?'

'Nope.'

'what the @#$% you bizcuit lemon in case you zizdn't  already know, I've spiked your drink!! Hahaha!'

After a few seconds, Val blacks out. Soccerfeva brings him to a hotel room and ties him up.

'So what's your password?'

'Never! Over my dead body!'

'Lemon juice. Chilli padis. Mix them together and...'

Forces drink down Val's throat.

Ok, ok, I'll... *cough* *cough* tell... yooou. *cough*

Doesn't seem like a good idea to me.
What if one day, while wearing the t-shirt...

Stranger: Hey, are you from HC?

Me: Yup.

Stranger: What's your name in HC?

Me: Soccerfeva.

Stranger *looks stunned for a second*: Oh, soccerfeva. Come I'll treat you to a drink.

Me: And you are?

Stranger: I'll disclose myself later. You'll be surprised to know who I am.

During their discussion over a few drinks, soccerfeva kept probing about the stranger's identity. But he would not give in. Bladder quite full already, soccerfeva rushes to the gents.

*After a few more drinks, soccerfeva realizes he is quite dizzy, although they have not touched alcohol.*

Stranger: So, you fell for my trick, huh?

Me: Who...are..

*Blackout*

When soccerfeva woke up, he struggled. He realised his hands and feet are tied to a chair.

Moments later, the stranger appears from the toilet. 'Who are you? What do you want?'

He grabs a knife on the table and sneer 'too late for regrets now. What is your password to your HC account?'

After the stranger successfully logs on to HC, he laughs. 'With this account, I can invite all those who have gone against me to their deaths! HAHAHAHAHA!!!'

'Who exactly are you?'

'Since you are going to meet your maker, I might as well let you know. I am sir stiven.'

This reinforces my thoughts that making HC t-shirts isn't really such a good idea, if one sees beyond the advantages.

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