'Stupendous, stupendous', said Gartland.
He was programmed as a ventriloquist in the writing software I acquired, 'Never Block.'
He would never block my stories again.
'Give me more of that sloppy wet liquid.'
Gartland, or Plinth, was a failed writer who stole from other failed writers.
'At least you have sold ten books,' said Max Gunssler.
He should know, I said to anyone who cared to listen, 'he bought them.'
And if you have any trouble with Gartland, said Max, give me his Thai address, 'as I wouldn't mind fucking his wife as well, and work off that five thousand bucks he owes you.'
Exactly, and the other $500.
I owned up and accounted for all the free work I had done for him.
At my hourly rate, it really added up.
'Cunt,' said Gartland.
I'm learning from the best.
The soulless swine.
