Concepcion, boobeleh, methinks an understanding is very much in order at this juncture. Know ye, then, the following:
NUMBER ONE: Were you discovered by Robert Smigel in May 2002? I don't think so!
NUMBER TWO: Did Triumph the Insult Comic Dog invite you onto the red carpet at the 2002 MTV Video Music Awards? I don't think so!
NUMBER THREE: Did you manage to stumble onto Triumph's Grammy Award-losing Come Poop w/Me album? I don't think so!
NUMBER FOUR: Did you eventually find yourself, once more through the good assistance of the fresh hound, matching wits with those five freaky Finns, Lordi? Again, I don't think so!
And on top of all of the above, my Mortal-born alter ego will soon become the latest landlubber to join the ranks of "Cap'n Slappy's Profiles in Pirattitude," as featured in Pirates Magazine! With the exception of Carolyn Crimi's Buccaneer Bunnies, I don't see any rabbit puppets boasting about that!
And what, may I ask, were you doing whilst Master Richard was accomplishing these tremendous things? You were sittin' on your fat rump in some third-rate 14th Street studio in the Flatiron District of Midtown Manhattan, churnin' out a third-rate kids' puppet show watched by absolutely nobody. You heard me: No. Bah. Dee.
My fans always cheer me on whenever I come straight to the point, so let's just call it what it is and simply say that this is all about your damn ego. Oh yeah, you can make the attempt to do that with others all you want, but try it against the likes of Blackwolf the Dragonmaster and I will make damn sure that you become my enemy. I shan't say anything to do you emotional and/or psychological damage; I shall simply stare at you harshly and move on. I lose enough sleep as it is trying to keep a grip on maintaining responsibility for both my website and this blog. I don't have time to kvetch about some third-rate kid-show puppeteer's ego.
And now that I've properly made myself clear, I'm off to resume my normal Dragonmasterly patterns. You who are fans of Rapid T. Rabbit and Friends, just so you know, I ain't answerin' any of your hate e-mail. I have better things to do with my time than listen to you take me to school about him. Now have a nice day.