Idle Conversations on AIM

A friend and I, idly speculating on what we’d do if we ever won the lottery (assuming we bought tickets) :

ytrewq78: buy your entire neighborhood, raze it, then build a mcmansion.
Thav: naw, but I’d throw block parties quite often.
ytrewq78: aw, come on. you could play the evil real estate developer who’s trying to kick the plucky old lady off the land that’s been in her family for generations.
Thav: there aren’t any of those in my neighborhood.
ytrewq78: fine. pay a plucky old lady to move into the neighborhood first.
Thav: ahhaha.
ytrewq78: and then when she still won’t sell, build a gaping hellmouth all around her property.
Thav: “Hi, here’s $50k, move into this house so I can play out an evil fantasy.”
ytrewq78: exactly.
Thav: “GET OUT! OLD WOMAN!”
Thav: “You’re weird.”
Thav: “and you’re now $50k richer, thanks.”
ytrewq78: hehe.
Thav: “AND GET OUT! OLD WOMAN!”
ytrewq78: see? it’s a perfect plan.
ytrewq78: and you would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn’t for those damn kids and their f****** dog.

The conversation then devolved into randomness about badgers.