“It was a dark and stormy night.” The masked man yelled as he pulled the paper out of the typewriter.
“You have to be kidding me, what kind of hack have you become? You used to be good you used to have what the french call talent.”
“Please sir just let me go home.” whimpered Mike.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” The madman yelled as he belted the handcuffed writer with the butt of his revolver.

“Look sir if you let me go I swear no harm will come to you.”
“Me? You are the one who is about to die, unless you write and I mean fast.” The psycho added while cocking the revolver.
“Look I stood by when Invader Zim was taken off the air, I watched when L died in Death Note, but this is where I take a stand, all that is needed for evil to prevail is a few good people to stand by and do nothing.”
He held the loaded pistol up to the man’s head and said through clenched teeth, “Joss Whedon you have one second to start writing another episode of Serenity, or start praying; your choice.”