"Picture it," said a long-time female member of the Minion Board (and very hot). "It's spring 2007, and minions new and old have sent so many dialogue scenes in for you to look it, it takes you all damn weekend to look them over. And it messes up your basketball watching because you get so damn many in, but still, it's fun and it's good. We all read. We all comment. It's a fucking dialogue love-in, baby."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Sparky.
"Hey, you can yeah-yeah-yeah me all you want, but in the words of the immortal song...'those were the days, my friend.' The thing is, Sparky, lots of us who've been around a while are writing our asses off, and having some good come of it, so take a bow as I for one say thanks to you for your help with the honing..."
"Is there a point coming, or do you plan on simply standing on your soapbox for a while?" Sparky couldn't help it. Being a main male member of the literati, he was naturally imperious.
"Here's an aside for ya, sport. You know how I knew you really were a guy and not just doing a cartoon fake-job long before you let me see you on the Minion Board? Do you, Sparky? Do you? Because you interrupt me, mid-sentence, to give me a big lesson. That's how."
"So what's the point?"
"The point is - we need to do the 'send your scene' in stuff again. People are working on their, uh, work. It's nice to get a little feedback, ya know. It's really nice. Dialogue, love scenes, first meeting scenes, fight scenes, death scenes, combo plans, we've done 'em. Let's do that again, please. Once a month for a while, maybe. You pick which kind goes first. Starting next weekend."
Sparky chewed the inside of his cheek, considering...It's always the same with these damn women. Give 'em an inch, and they want... a lotta inches...