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Dear Ted:



Can you tell me what the hell you are talkin' about, man? Seems like they
will give a job as a writer to anyone that [sic] can mumble for five lines
about absolutely nothing. Good job, man, there are only a few ppl [sic] that
[sic] can actually write a whole paragraph well about slamming Prince, yet
you take it to a whole new depth and ramble about nothing. You're lucky and
should be very happy someone is payin' ya to write this stuff, 'cause I don't
see how it can sell. But, maybe if I was locked up in a [sic] asylum for a
year or two, you [sic] stuff would make sense to me.



Rudedog



Dear Rudedog:



Sorry to sic all the sics on ya, babe, but you were being such a barky little
pest, you left me no choice. Grrrrr. Now, chew on this, my fangy friend: I'm
supposed to be writing a book right now, and since you find my prose so
friggin' offensive, maybe I'll just take that as my cue to retire and write
it already.



On second woof, that would probably make the tails of my dedogators--did I
mean to say derogators?--wag a little too much for my (bad) taste.