The Evil one stroked his whiskers and glared at me across his cluttered desk. I hurried to reassure him.
"It all went brilliantly," I said. I fidgeted on the hard chair, wishing I was still sitting in his place. "I got rid of the spam as soon as I saw it."
"Spam? What spam?" He really should watch his blood pressure. His face goes all red when he's annoyed.
"Oh, just the usual sort but there was no harm done. None of your minions is stupid enough to follow a link in Chinese; or one left by a hot, hot, hot Latvian girl who likes to cook; or one that promises to enlarge their-"
"You shouldn't have turned comment moderation off!" he roared, banging his fists down hard enough to dislodge a landslide of slush onto the floor. His eyes never left my face.
"You can't get spam when you've got comment moderation on!"
"It wasn't in the comments, it was in the posts."
"In the posts!" His voice rattled the windows. I wondered what a burst blood vessel looked like and what I'd need to do about it.
I tried for nonchalance. "Oh, I opened the blog up for anonymous posting. I thought you needed a bit of democracy in here."
"You filled my whole blog with spam?" Not a burst blood vessel, it was going to be a heart attack. Either that or he was going to hit me. I needed to calm him down fast.
"It's OK! I've got rid of all of it now! Except for the hot, hot Latvian girl. I think one of your minions is sweet on her."