H: I really appreciate this, Starsk. An author can never edit his own work.
S: Happy to do it, Hutch. I never knew you were into slash fiction.
H: I'm so nervous to have you read that. I'm sweating.
S: I'm being very objective. Don't worry.
H: You know, you don't have to read it right now. Take your time.
S: I can't put it down, Hutch. Once I read it through, I'll make my edits.
S: Not now, Cap'n. I'm busy.
S: This part doesn't make sense. I don't know. The sentence structure is a little awkward.
S: You have to learn to cut back on the metaphors. Every detail needs to move the story forward. Do you see?
H: The whole damn page is red, Starsk.
S: You asked me to help you.
H: What does that mark mean?
S: You need to start a new paragraph.
S: Yeah, it's looking better, but I still have a problem with this scene.
H: Damn it.
S: He's pretty uptight, Cap'n. He's looking it over one last time before he hands it off to you for the final edit.
D: What does this word mean, Hutchinson? Spunk? "He was covered in spunk." Does that mean he had a lot of energy?
H; I told you that was a stupid word for it, Starsk.
H: Fifty Shades eat your heart out. Who'd a thought what the public really wanted was a little action in the backseat of a striped tomato.
S: Where's my cut? I was your editor after all.