His glazed donut eyes were spacing out into the electrosphere looking for more words to transcribe his personal loss of meaning. Taking his fingers off the keyboard he started talking to himself in a mock-professional way: "Let's pretend to rub shoulders with the Giants of Narrative. Let's take this line by line pseudo-progression of thrusting development and zap it with so many special-effects that everyone who reads it will be totally wowed. Let's pretend that this is as new as it gets and then in our best trendoid way, let's prove that this is the best in mortal fiction. That's right, mortal fiction. Never say die!!"