Scene: A single room efficiency type apartment. A dark haired man sits in
front of.. yes.. it is! He's sitting in front of an Amiga PC! He turns to
the screen...

ED: I don't believe this! Two people MST the Flashman in _one_ bloody
night, and I can't get MST'ed to save my life! 

A tall beautiful catgirl with cheetah type markings @baps him on the back
of his head. 

AILI: Don't complain.

ED: But... I wanna get MST'ed, baby!

AILI: Who do you think you are? Oscar?
 
ED: <He shudders.> Goddess forbid. If I wrote something as bad as
'Artemis' Lover', I'd like to think you'd put me out of the FFML's
misery. 

AILI: I would.

ED: Thank you. I _mean_ that. Still...  guys like Lawson-sama and the
Flashman and Biles and Davies and.. well, ALL the great authors get
MST'ed. Sometimes it's an honor, not a curse. 

AILI: Hmmmm... you forgot Skyknight. But point taken. All right, go ahead
and ask. But remember, no getting grumpy if someone takes you up on your
request, and you don't like the results. 

ED: And what if I _do_ get grumpy?

AILI: <whispering> Remember last Friday night?

ED: <vaugely worried tone> Yeeeessssssss.......

AILI: Want to lose those?

ED: <rushed> Ontheotherhandbeingpoliteisanicethingtobeandifthenicepeopleof
theFFMLwanttoMSTmeinaharshmannerIhavenoroomtocomplainbecauseI_did_askforit
myselfandI'llhaveonlybroughtitdownuponmyownhead. <draws a DEEEEP breath
and looks at AILI pleadingly>

AILI: <pats Ed on the head> Good boy. Now ask them, and then get back to
writing.

ED: Yes, dear. <sigh> Anyway, won't _someone_ MST one of my fics? <looks
carefully at AILI> I promise I'll take it in the best of good humor. Just
contact me, I'll repost something, or mail it directly to you, whichever
works better, and you can have at it.

AILI: <pulls a treat out of her belt pouch> Good boy. <tosses the treat to
ED> Now get back to writing, dear.. and don't forget to finish that new
Sonic the Hedgehog fic, your friends on TapestriesMUCK are waiting for it.

ED and AILI wave to the FFML audience.

ED & AILI: Bye!