I reply and wait for him to respond.
Karma: You really think I will listen to what you need? You stole my data and now you want to call in your favour? Not gunna happen little red.
I scoff as I read his message.
Me: Oh, well, in that case I will send everything anonymously to the FBI. You know, from the department you stole that data from in the first place. I wonder what would happen when they receive a tip. Oh wait, I know. You, my dear friend, will be caught and spend the rest of your life in federal prison for cyber crimes, and I may just throw in a little bit of terrorism and treason. Soooo, whatcha say, old buddy, old pal?
I chuckle as I drink from my forty ounce Stanley cup and I know he is probably cursing me right now.
Karma: Why, you little … Fine, what do you need from me?
