Ser Preston vs GRRM

>"I looked for you on Youtube,” GRRM said to them.

>“We were not there,” Ser Preston answered.

>“Woe to the Hacks if we had been,” said Ser Benny.

>“When Season Six came, Ser DABID slew your Dornish Master Plan with a stronk snek, and I wondered where you were.”

>“Far away,” Ser Preston said, “or Quentyn would yet be alive, and our false showwriters would burn in seven hells.”

>“I came down on the Hugos to attack the Puppies,” GRRM told them, and the authors Gaiman and King sided with me, and all our feminist fans hollered and hooted. I was certain you would be among them.”

>“Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Marcus.

>“Lady Linda is fled to Westeros.org, with Elio and the wiki. I thought you might have left with her.”

>“Lady Linda is a good autist and true,” said Ser Benny.

>“But not of the Tinfoilguard,” Ser Preston pointed out. “The Tinfoilguard does not flee.”

>“Then or now,” said Ser Marcus. He donned his "Stannis is alive".

>“We swore a theory,” explained autistic Ser Preston.

>GRRM’s Salad Dressings moved up beside him, with a pizza in hand. They were 168 pages against three.

>“And now it releases,” said Ser Preston Jacobs, the Sweet of the Robin. He unsheathed 1000 Worlds and held it with both hands. The video series was longer than essays, alive with aspergers.

>“No,” GRRM said with hunger in his voice. “Now it ends."