Spartacus here for day two of this circus, ready to do whatever it takes to peddle this excuse for a book . . . anything at all, unless it involves taping bacon to my butt. There are some things even I won’t stoop to—meanwhile Dave has yet to figure out has yet to figure out a way of the bedroom where I’ve locked his dumb ass, and I’ve been left to continue to say whatever the hell comes into my head.
Here’s what I don’t understand about you humans. You slide one of those little mouse toys across the floor, I bring it back to you, you slide it back across the floor, I chase it, grab it, get bored, drop it, and then come back across the room to you. . . and you look at me like you haven’t got the mouse toy. You look at me like I left the mouse toy on the other side of the room. And I look at you like where the hell is the mouse toy and why can’t you produce another one at will like you do my chicken-turkey combo?
But if we can get Mirrored Heavens into the next tier of sales, I can get unlimited mouse toys dispensed at machine-gun rates by a customized baseball pitching machine. Dave told me that a science fiction empire should be reasonably easy to achieve, and it all starts with him appearing on the Dead Robots Society podcast like he did last week. Those guys were cool, but Dave sure wasn’t: as quickly becomes apparent as he describes his theories about Mirrored Heavens (is it cyberpunk? is it not? is it–SHUT THE FUCK UP DAVE), he was obviously drunk or had had way too much coffee. I mean, five minutes into the interview, he goes on record saying unemployment is a writer’s wet dream. Which is true, but why admit it? Last thing you need with the nation going into a recession is someone saying the dole should be a sought after goal. Then everyone will want to be like me: sit back and get hand-outs and chase fake mice. Trust me, I don’t want the competition. So buy Mirrored Heavens and then keep working so you can. Buy. MORE.
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