The Stupidity of Writers…

…as evidenced by this exchange, precipitated by the post set out below. And the companion piece. Posting now just to archive it on Ecstatic Days.

Evil Monkey:

Wake up! Wake up!

Jeff:

What is it?!

Evil Monkey:

Look at this! Look at it. You ran out of questions, you dumb motherfucker!

Jeff:

I what? I what? Where? What the hell are you talking about? It’s only 7am, you sick bastard.

Evil Monkey:

You. Ran. Out. Of. Questions. Ha! He nailed you.

Jeff:

Gimmee that!

Evil Monkey:
Read it and weep! He’s got you