Well, my characters are certainly revolting. I'll see myself out now.

Some days I am just on fire.

Ooh, look, he said dourly... ten years on this hellscape. Yay me.

Especially when we laugh maniacally and crack our knuckles. That's never a good sign.

Wait, wait wait... don't ALL authors do this already?

Those darn ethical dilemmas... confounding protagonists since... basically, forever.

The horror, the horror...

Well, I feel called out, anyway.

Nothing to see here, folks... just move along...

One part passive-aggressive, two parts literary sadist.

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A strange transformation, to be sure. There must be a doctoral thesis or six written on it somewhere.

Delightfully deep, well-constructed pockets, thanks very much.

It'll be a helluva yarn, though. I can just feel it.

Of course, as Fred says, when you stare into the abyss, it also stares back at you.

Code blue! Code blue! To the keyboard while it lasts, me hearties!

Uhh... those are tears of joy. Definitely.

Vitally important. Integral, as a matter of fact. You understand, don't you?

Just get cozy in bed and start going to sleep, of course. Simple solution.