A tiny white form creeps forward from amongst the undergrowth of the 
vast FFML jungle onto the windswept prarie, the air becomes 
deathly still...
(Mouse bows) 'Tis I, he of the Bastard Taskmasters From Hell! It has 
been a long trek across the wastelands, many a day has passed since 
my last sojourn here. But I have returned, and I am ready to 
viciously prod the lazy authors once more! ^_-

* Redneck_Zenki picks up his Remington 870 shotgun....
"Time to start hunting and to fight of them varmin!"

(Mouse looks around and spots a tall, sturdy oak. He nails a sign to 
the tree)  - "ATTENTION!  All of the DBTFH who still wish to retain 
their positions contact the Mouse!  All those who wish to inflict 
grievous but temporary harm on their fellow authors do likewise! ^_-"

* Redneck_Zenki drops shotgun and picks up Desert Eagle .50AE
"Ohhhh, big gun...."

And let this be a warning, disgruntled fanfic authors are a dangerous
bunch...  You people of the (insert weird acronym) look out cause you will
regret the day Fanfic authors go postal ^_-

(Mouse espies Zenki in the distance. And, lo! Zenki was on Mouse's 
personal prod list! ^_-) Zenki! Be thou ware, I have the power to 
back up my words! (Mouse draws forth his remote control and idly 
flicks a button as he points it at Zenki. The gun disappears and is 
replaced by a rubber chicken.) Trifle not with the Mouse, the lord of 
Hellivision, one of the Deputy Bastard Taskmasters From Hell! ^_-

Heh heh... But other than that, welcome back...

(Mouse bows ^_^)

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