Reader 2: I’ve grown weary of waiting. My anger rises within me. Anger at Hornblower, and at the world.
Reader 1: He used to be so reliable. So trustworthy. I fear that fame has turned him all topsy-turvy.
Reader 2: I heard he sits all day in the cantina, drinking Land Shark beer.
Reader 1: The Jimmy Buffett beer?
Reader 2: Yes, didn’t you click the hyperlink?
Reader 1: No, I didn’t want to leave this site.
Reader 2: Old feelings die hard.
Reader 1: Your mom dies hard.
Reader 2: What?
Reader 1: Never mind. It’s useless. Hornblower’s the only true comic voice in all the land. We need him.
Reader 2: Forget it, Reader 1. He’s gone home. To roost. We never needed him, you know. He only brought us down. We’re better off without him.
Hornblower: I heard that.
Reader 1, Reader 2, God: Hornblower!