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excerpts from one of planet earth's last text conversations of the year 2009:

friend- excellent...i will see how i can get you some cash then.
me- tomorrow. meet me at vancouver art gallery. wear black. bring the cash in a briefcase and leave it on the third step. i'll walk by with black glasses and a trench coat, i'll pick it up at 17h09. fail proof plan. i'll be armed with a pistol in case the fbi are tapped into this convo and try to foil the scheme.
friend- detective dandoun...this will never work. you raise suspicions very easily.
me- tomorrow. 17h09. black briefcase. third step. operations mads gilbert. over.
friend- the fbi is monitoring the area..they will wonder what an egyptian woman in black glasses is doing there. and boom...i am exposed! and i am too valuable to be exposed!
friend- reassess operation MG. over.
me- what if i wear a kilt and carry a sack of potatoes over my shoulder? they'll just think i'm an irishman going for an afternoon stroll...
friend- yeah..that would work..are you going to put the merchandise in the sack of potatoes?
me- too risky. just place a baked potato on top off the cash. i'll make it look like i stopped for a snack and slyly tuck the cash in my mountain goat's saddle. over.

the conversation took a top secret turn after this point and cannot be blogged for security purposes. stay tuned for a follow up of the success or failure of operation MG...

over.