<mega-snip>

"A special consolation prize goes to what's-his-name who was
lobbing for the award... hrm... not sure who he was, really. Didn't even
make the nominees. Anyway, to make him feel better, I'll tempban him if
he tries the stunt again."

Just you wait'll next year! I plan to go about it in a much more dignified way
(read:death threats instead of humor) but I haven't been dissuaded.

It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine. 

<snip>

"NO!  I WANT IT!! IT'S MINE!!  MINE!!!"  A voice screams

>from the back.

Megane 6.7 turns to see a disheveled Matthew Giglia suddenly rush
onto the stage, pursued by a squad of CB security guards armed with mini
chicken cannons.  Matthew grabs the awards as he rushes past the podium
and continues to run offstage, the CB squad hotly in pursuit.  Megane 6.7
turns back to the audience and shrugs before leaving the stage.

Please don't use my real name. It's embarrasing, plus most of you don't know
how to pronounce it right. 

I'd actually planned to crash the awards ceremony anyway. I had a half written
scene wherein the Knight Sabers, depressed at their under-representation in
the awards, decide to throw in with me to rectify matters. We blow the roof
off the presentation hall with the Knightwing, and I fight Tybalt in a one-on-
one duel to the death (with more bad Shakespearian dialogue and "Prince of
Cats" references than you can count) while Mackie keeps security busy by
raiding the Lemon sections dressing room.

This was fortunately (for my sanity and good taste alike) rendered
unneccessary. Kudos to Megane for remebering me, and thanks to the few people
who actually voted for me: you know who you are.

-Mercutio
"NO!  I WANT IT!! IT'S MINE!!  MINE!!!"