So I've been lying awake thinking about this great job that I'm doubtlessly about to be offered and what keeps going through my mind is: They've got a helluva nerve, just presuming I'll accept it. Who do they think they are?
They probably think, Oh, go ahead and tell that website that Evanier is now publisher of DC Comics. No, we haven't asked him yet but he'll grab it. It's not like he's got anything better to do.
The gall of some people. Just wait'll they call and offer it. I'll tell them what they can do with their lousy, stinkin' job.