From: David Ferguson Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: [I] Welcome to the Killfile (FILK WARNING) Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2001 12:10:20 -0000 Well, I didn't want to do this, but the voices made me [1]. this was kind of inspired by the recent appearance of A Certain Troll. Before we go any further, I rarely killfile and can only think of one recent occasion where I publicly plonked, and the plonkee in question is out now and the last time he posted seemed to be settling in nicely. IMO the killfile is just somewhere to pop people I can't bothered with for a while and see if they get Clue while they are in there. Anyhooooo, on with the filk. Welcome to The KillFile, by Gnus and Roses (TTTO Welcome to the Jungle) Welcome to the killfile You'll miss the fun 'n' games We got filters all set up Honey, we know your name This is where you'll find Peddlers of sleaze Spammers, scammers, "make quick money" Throw away the keys. In the killfile Welcome to the killfile Watch it bring you to your knees, knees you I don't wanna read Welcome to the killfile You troll here day by day Means your posts will not get read And that's the price you pay And you're a very silly troll That's very hard to take If you ever hope to see daylight Grow up for goodness sake In the killfile Welcome to my killfile Keep my, my, my filters clean No one can hear you scream Welcome to the killfile Folk get put here now and then Learn to post like a grownup does And we'll let you out again You got to think of what you see It'll sink in eventually You can say anything you want But we don't have to read When you're a troll you never Ever want to grow up, YEAH! You know where you are? You're in the Killfile baby You're gonna die[3] In the killfile Welcome to the killfile Gonna stick you on the Shelf In the killfile Welcome to the killfile Trolling is bad for your health In the killfile Put them in the killfile Watch them argue with themselves In the killfile Welcome to the killfile Watch it bring you to your We're gonna send you down-HA! [1] you know the ones [2] the kind you get in a cell with no "facilities" which is never cleaned. [3] OK, perhaps not die, call it poetic licence.