Suffer the Little Animals
Author's Shout-Outs and Thank-Yous
Thank you Lain/Toxic Ginger/Pooky z Great, or whatever you call yourself nowadays, for just being an incredible writer, and being the source of inspiration for the title of this horrible mess. If you people haven't read her Nightmare on Elm Street story "Dream a Little Dream of Me" (which is named after an awesome song by Louie Armstrong) you should read it.
To the following bands, who have provided the "soundtrack" for this so-called story: Outkast (duh), A Perfect Circle, Radiohead, Korn, Rob Zombie, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Live, and Audioslave. I'd also like to thank Rage Against the Machine and System of a Down, who I didn't really listen to while working on this, but are cool bands anyway.
I'd also like to thank all the writers of all those hyperactive fan fictions who write in script form because they're too lazy or not able to pay attention long enough to write in prose. You served as the inspiration for this format. You guys rock.
Many thanks to Victor Miller, who, according to my sources, created Jason and invented the solar powered washing machine. I owe you, man.
An Extra-Special Thank-You to the creators of "Animal Crossing" over in Japan. You mad little geniuses, you. If I had any technological know-how, you could bet I'd be trying to make my own video games, too. I respect you for that.
Thank you, Shakespeare. "Othello" and "A Midsummer Night's Dream" are two of my favorite plays ever. I hope I didn't make you roll in your grave. Sorry.
A shout-out to my homie Donald Trump, who has his own show; I think it's called "The Apprentice," or something. Mostly, thank you for having such a funny name. I mean, I just hear the name "Donald Trump," and I just go into a fit of insane giggling.
Thank you, my Dark Lord Robert Englund. I shall continue to make weekly sacrifices of only the purest virgins to both you and the soul of Kurt Cobain, but lately, he's gettin' a bit stingy on lending me his power to summon the bees. I shall have to spank him for that.
Major props to my dawg, Israel, in New York. You have given me so many great ideas for my stories and my comics. Remember, children, snorting bunnies kills 12 billion people every day. That's twice the population of earth.
I thank my doggie, Zeus, for putting up with me every day. Lord knows you need an iron will in order to do that.
All hail the wonderful Hershey's Inc., for they make life worth living, especially when one is PMSing.
My eternal gratitude is extended to all those who have reviewed my story, even that one playa-hata who dissed my Shakespearean chapter. You laughter amuses me, but then again, so does your pain.
And finally, thanks to anyone else I may have missed, including Jhonen Vasquez, Monty Python, and the writers of All That, for just giving me crazy ideas. When I am on the news someday, the experts will probably lay the blame on you. Thanks.
Peace, ya'll.
~Tuesday Mourning
