David Macintyre:
I'm too fucking lazy to finish it. Simple as that. I didn't like the original ending, and I've been too caught up with other stuff to redo it. And my attention span blows. I've been trying to enlist someone to help me finish it off but so far no takers.
Ladies, my number is 555-4565.
Sean Catlett:
Cockblocker.
So how long is the story as of now? 200 chapters?
David Macintyre:
More like a billion kajillion hozillion. It was like 300-something pages last count. Part of the reason I refuse to finish it is because I dread the division process.
Sean Catlett:
But the people! They're waiting!
David Macintyre:
The people don't know!
I mean Fuck the people! This is not a democracy!
Sean Catlett:
That's okay. I know from experience that if you deprive people of stuff they want, they just love you all the more!
Except in this case. Release the fucking thing.
David Macintyre:
You're right. But first I need to find it. My laptop recently broke and I no longer actually, um, have it.
Sean Catlett:
Gasp!
David Macintyre:
How many more questions?
Sean Catlett:
Shut up, we're almost done.
David Macintyre:
Kaaaay.
Sean Catlett:
Let me just skip a couple....
Continue to Part Nineteen
