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i hope i didn't spill the beans....maybe everything will be alright...it's gotta be!! what if my music technology fell into the wrong hands?? it is hard to imagine what might happen...but let me back up a little here as i am writing this from an internet cafe cuz my computer at home got busted up....
megatron was not at his place when i fled from the attack. where was he then?? he doesn't have a life to speak of - why isn't he at home and why was he wearing that ridiculous suit earlier? i pounded back a few drinks at some nameless bar and decided to head back over to megatrons one more time - maybe he had come home. i took a taxi and had the driver pass by my place...there was PopTart in front of my place checking out the damage to my garden so i jumped outta the taxi. thankfully she agreed to help get the garden back in order.
My cat Orfeo was happy to see me as she had missed several feeding times. My place was messed up...more so than usual but thankfully the cleaning lady was coming in a few days! there was note on the fridge. it read:
"Hello from Interpol. Sorry about all the mess. As we were dealing with some really dangerous characters, we're sure you can understand how these things can get out of hand sometimes..."
The note went to explain that Interpol had discovered that the downstairs tenant, despite the fact the it clearly states that it is illegal to do so in the beginning of films, was making copies of movies on VHS tapes. And why was the letter surrounded by fridge pictures that had megatron in them. i don't get it??
back to megatrons cuz its getting really bizarre now. megatron was there now and alone. i tried to decribe my technology breakthrough to him but he kept asking me over and over again to "repeat the middle part'. but i suspect that Superübel @ Muslix may know the real implications.
Lilly has moved in but she is never home = perfect neighbour!
Haven't connected yet with Girlie since i've been offline - i certainly miss the e-ttention and the e-dramas. Also, i'd better not talk to her until the garden is fixed up or else she is gonna kill me now that an agent is finally interested!
Oh, and today my MSN watch signalled me again. i ducked and took cover like the real man i am but my watch simply went:
flash beep
bwar the bg drgn
and with that, a mysterious package slipped through the mail slot and hit the floor with a thud. the package was for thai long. i looked again at my watch and let the package lay where it sat...