I was just thinking about the horrors of this Fan Fiction universe (how such horrible art is created while allowing a venue for geniuses like myself to create), when I stumbled upon someone's attempt to critique my wonderful, wonderful work. Forsooth!
http://tickletrunkcreations.blogspot.com/
"Sad, poorly written fragment"...
Oh, that brings up the rage of Satan in me...
Doesn't he see the genius? The story hinges on the fact that Mr. Dressup and Mr. Rogers used to work together on Butternut Square. Sure, I fudged a few years to give Casey time to grow up, but that is my authorial privilege. You, Mr. TickleTrunk, wish you had the prowess and the insight to write such a wonderful piece of literature.
I have stooped myself low enough to read your work, Mr. TT, and I have to say, you have no right to criticize me. Your work is pure imagination! There is no realism in your tale. No life.
Please, criticize me once your in my league.
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