“This is a public service anoucement.”

    “Brought to you by The Frostgale Clan.,”

    “This page is not ready yet.”

    “Why must you pressure me like this?”

    “I'm working on getting it done as fast as I can.”

    “And yet, you expect me to go faster...”

    “I'm only one person you know.”

    “trying to serve you a simple web page,”

    “and then you attack me!”

    “Where does that leave me?!”

    “I mean, I don't even know you.”

    “How should I know what you want from me?”

    “You honestly think I can *guess*”

    “what someone I don't even *know*”

    “wants to see here?”

    “*sigh*”

    “You are lucky that that I don't have time to call all my minions.”

    “And then where would you be, I ask you?”

    “It's not pretty when a thousand angry kobolds with chainsaws show up at your door.”

    “And where do you get off telling me what to show anyway?”

    “Just because I'm a Frostgale,”

    “Or possibly a Icewind?”

    “Why does that give you the right to tell me what to do?”

    “Huh?”

    “I'm so summoning the kobolds...”

    “I think I'll tell them to bring the grenades too.”

    “I mean, why not? More power is better right?”

    “What kind of a defences do you have?”

    “That you could fend off a thousand kobolds with chainsaws,”

    “and grenades....GRENADES I tell you!”

    “They can throw pretty far too.”

    “Probably from over a block away.”

    “But then they wouldn't be able to see if they hit,"

    “so they would probably go closer.”

    “I'm really sorry to burden you with all this,”

    “I mean, it's not your job to listen to me rant,”

    “and I guess it is my job to write this web page for you.”

    “But I havn't gotten to this one.”

    “I'm so sorry.”

    “Believe me!”

    “Maybe I could interest you in another page?”

    “There are a lot out there that are pretty kick ass.”

    “AND they were written by me already.”

    “Makes sence, Dosn't it?”

    “Go to the sites that are already there.”

    “Unless the kobolds got bored again...”

    “Do you know what 1000 chainsaws does to a webpage?”

    “Two weeks of information shreaded to bits,”

    “and then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash.”

    “how unfair is that?”

    “Now, please let me sulk alone.”

    “I'm so gonna get those kobolds.”