"Why is that?"

"You got fresh ideas."

"So, shouldn't everyone."

The publisher laughed in my face, slinging coffee as well as a half chewed bit of pretzel and bacon at me when she spoke. "No, no, no, of course not." She laughed again. This time it wasn't a bit of bacon and pretzel, it was a good sized bite. It fell into her ashtray, but this time she picked it up and popped it into her mouth... Ashes and all. "It's zombies, vampires and werewolves you should writing about."

"Why?" I asked sternly.

"Because I say so, that's why. And you don't get published without me... Period. You got it?" She was really mad and offended now, spitting bits of her bacon and pretzel through the air as she yelled.

"But I don't like zombies, vampires and werewolves." I revealed to her honestly.

"It doesn't matter what you like. The readers can't get enough of this vampire junk. You had better get with it if you want to survive in this game." She lectured.

"How can I write with creativity and enthusiasm about something I cannot stand?" I was baring my soul now.
She laughed so hard this time that she started to choke. She pointed at her coffee cup, which was just out of her reach and motioned for me to hand it to her. "Thanqzzzz..." She tried to say it after I handed her the cup, but couldn't get it out. She was choking and laughing at the same time, while coffee now ran out her nose.
I started to laugh at her, not out of cruelty you understand. I mean how can you be cruel to a publisher? I laughed because the situation was funny. She was funny, with snot and coffee now draining out of her quite large proboscis. She looked pitiful and helpless. I thought she deserved to look that way. I could not think of anyone who had earned it more. Well, maybe a few lawyers and politicians, but I'll not go into that right now.

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