(Focus in on a computer, currently being abused by a young woman.
A tall man about her age looks on.)

Man:  So, remind me again why you're a woman?  I thought you ended
your revenge fic with Ukyou forcing you to write that evil Sailor
Moon/Terry Brooks cross.

Woman:  She did.  She didn't say what to do with it, though, so I 
deleted it as soon as I wrote it.  Then she got mad and booted me
to Jusenkyo.

Man:  I thought you said the FFML wouldn't like it.

Woman:  Well, how was I supposed to know it'd become the leitmotif
for the next round?  Anyway, they can bite me.

Man:  Charming.  So, Sean, what now?

Woman (Sean):  Now, I wait.  I wait, and I plan...insert me in an
author fic, will you?  I won't stop at suicide this time.

Man:  Worse than suicide?

Sean:  Oh, yes.

Man:  Thunder in Paradise marathon?

Sean:  Oh, shut up, Richard.

Man (Richard):  Yeah, that's another thing.  Why do you look exactly
like Alison LaPlaca?  Shouldn't you be Japanese?

Sean:  I still exert a certain amount of control.  Not a lot, but...

Richard:  And why am I here?

Sean:  You're Megumi's doing.  She said something about divine justice,
and here you pop up.

Richard:  Now for the big question?  What's the point of all this?

Sean:  No point.  Just random comments.

Richard:  Kinda dull.

Sean:  Yep.  Gotta wait for the author's revenge fics.

Richard:  And what is your revenge?

Sean:  Heh heh heh.  Here's a hint:  it involves...Gosunkugi.

--Sean Gaffney
--anybody watch Duet?