Yeah, what would my life be like if it were a comic?
A superhero comic?
I don't think spandex is a thing for my body.
I'm going to need a fucking lobotomy.
Yeah, it's not pretty.
Firstly, that's comic book writers—
Forgot about that.
—And secondly, I don't write science fucking fiction.
You write weird shit, man, and what is weird shit? Science fucking fiction. Just 'cause there are no spaceships don't excuse you from the genre.
I keep telling you that spaceships are what make science fucking fiction science fucking fiction. If you're not referencing a spaceship at any point, you're not writing science fucking fiction.
I write weird shit. It's a fucking genre. Look it up.
People do that all the time, man. You should see authors make this shit up for no reason other than they don't like this or that label. It's like, one of the rules, or something.
Also, you also seem to be ignoring the fact that you live by yourself, you have no girlfriend, and you spend most of your time writing.
What's that got to do with it?
I mean, maybe if you were a fireman it'd be okay. It'd be exciting. I'd be behind it then. It'd be about saving people and putting out fires.
Maybe I could write a comic about becoming a fireman?
It's not as glamorous as the TV, I'm sure.
You think my year ten science would be enough?
I could always do that as a comic, though. Imagine: My life as an astronaut. I could put all the people I know in it. Like you, man. I could have this conversation in it. Sure, I could tweak it around for narrative purposes. Make it a bit more readable. Maybe change the word astronaut to cosmonaut. I kind of like that second one a bit more.
But, y'know, you won't do that.
What are yo trying to say?