The argument

Afflicted by a severe case of writer's block Nelly, a fledgling
author with an overdue assignment, elected to seek help from her fellow
writers on the internet. Posting her request for assistance she sat
back and waited. Moments later the first reply flashed onto the
screen.

"Jesus Christ woman, are you taking the piss?"

"Excuse me?"

"Coming on here, full of your effeminate pleasantries, then promptly
posting some piteous plea for help with your homework"

"I don't understand" Nelly typed, mouth aghast "Isn't this the writers
support board?"

"Indeed it is, though evidently you surmise the use of the terminology
to indicate that we, an accomplished group of wordsmiths, are a charity
specifically designed for wannabees of a predominantly illiterate
constitution."

"But surely, assuming you are indeed an accomplished writer, you should
empathise with my predicament" Nelly posted indignantly, "And by the
way, I resent your suggestion that my suffering from writer's block
proves me to be illiterate."

"Writer's block eh?What do you want?a fuckin' medal? Jeez, you've got a
diabolical nerve. What contribution have you made to this site so far
huh? Do you honestly think we exist purely to help the likes of you get
over your innate lack of imagination? Why don't you take your
assignment and shove it up your tutor's anally retentive passage"

'Bloody hell!' thought Nelly, 'What a bastard'. This needed a change of
tactics. Her fingers moved swiftly across the keypad.

"Clearly my ignorance has caused you huge offence. I can only apologise
with the greatest sincerity in the hope that you will forgive my
ill-mannered intrusion of this illustrious site. May I also say what an
honour it would be to read a fragment of your creative works. Where did
you say you were published? ? Arrogant Wanker's Weekly?"

Nothing! ?

Nelly smirked, before adding "Isn't there a 'g' on the end of
fucking?"