Our corp's public channel crackled to life.
"Hey what's going on today?" The voice wasn't famiiar; but, it seems that it belonged to an enemy pilot in the system we'd just entered.
"Not much, just busting in to blow up your goodies," I replied. "Sounds good. Don't expect us to just let you destroy everything without doing pew pew back at you," this from another unfamiliar voice on our public channel. "Glad to hear it. I'm looking forward to some good fights," I said as I flipped on my scanner.
All of a sudden our private channel came alive. "NO NO NO NO SMACKTALKING. STOP THE SMACK TALKING," some noob FC was yelling in our ears.
Smacking, eh? Weird. "No one else is talking on any channel currently, you must be talking to me," I said.
"Yes I'm talking to you," this green FC continued. "This is a game for us, it's supposed to be fun. So NO SMACK TALKING."
"You seem to be confused, el commadante," my scan result came back empty, so i started another scan and continued, "smack talking would be something along the lines of my making remarks about your questionable parentage, followed by a few comments of how I'm amazed you have the intelligence to remember to breath. All this, WHILE I'm trying to destroy your ship."
"Are you calling me stupid?!?!" my FC barked into the channel. "I'll have you know i'm FC on this mission, and you have to..." I didn't hear anything else, about that time I left the fleet channel and was locking this moron. I switched to the local system channel and proceeded, "Hey mouth breather, this is smacking -- I'm gong to burn your ship into dust and urinate on your frozen corpse, and that of any other clones you bring back within 10 jumps of me."
Immediately the local channel filled with cheers and laughter, from my corpmates. The chant began, "two men enter, one man leaves," and the term smack talk would soon have a definite meaning that someone would not soon forget.