“Hm, hm, hm…yes, that shall go there…” a man was at his desk, moving things around on his website. He was deaf to the outside world…for a bit anyway.
“Sir. …Oh, mister. …AUTHOR!” The scream jolted the man awake and he whirled his chair to face a grey, male, Mobian Hedgehog in a gray suit with a black tube on his arm.
“Ah, Megatron,” greeted the man, the Author. “What can I do for you?”
“May I ask you something on behalf of your characters?” asked Megatron.
“…Sure, what’s up?”
“When are you going to update our stories?”
“I have to update the site, first,” explained the Author. “People have told me that the navigation menu was getting cluttered and too lengthy. So, I pared it down and now have it devoted to pages for my posts. Your part of the site is already done, I just need to work on Arsha’s, Megumi’s, and then your combined story.”
“And how long do you think this update will take?” sighed Megatron as he became impatient. “The Decepticons have one more Chaos Emerald to retrieve.”
“You don’t know if that team will get it.”
“…What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, cool your thrusters, I don’t know when the update will be done. I WILL post this little chat, though.”
“Well, hurry it up. I have a war to win, as does Dr. Borg.” Megatron then stormed off, grumbling all the while. “Honestly, the kid pulls a Doctor Who style regeneration and he becomes much more asinine!”
“…Walking corpse!” the Author muttered to himself once he was sure that Megatron was out of earshot.