Why are you wearing all-black. George R. R. Martin? You’re at a beach resort.
“Ah, my good sir! You’ve noted my ebon garb! It represents House Marghalis, who are–”
NO. No. No, no, no. I don’t care. Stop talking.
“You shan’t upbraid me with the all-too-cliched ‘Get back to writing, George,” shall you?”
Shit, no.
“A gentleman!”
It’s not that. I just don’t give a shit about The Dragonfucker Chronicles or whatever it is you write.
“You’re quite rude, you know.”
Shut up and go buy a bathing suit.
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