*A man walks up on to a stage and stares at the microphone. He's dressed in a pair of dress slacks and a blue flannel shirt tucked into it with work boots on his feet. He walks to the microphone and begins to talk.*



Hi all, since I made it to my goal, I have no more reason to write anymore of the story.





*After a long pause, he thinks and loudly adds.*







AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, THAN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SO GUNG-HO TO REVIEW.

*And with that, the author walks off laughing loudly about the lack of foresight of some people*