(pause)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... (five minutes later) ...HAHAHAHAHAAaaaaaa...oh yes, I remember when Blade had ambitions. Now we routinely grind them into the dirt whenever they're showing some signs of life. It keeps him well-behaved and docile.
Blade: (flat look) Are you quite through?
Epsilon: Making fun of you? Never! But go ahead, talk about your...heh heh...fanfic.
Blade: Right. Well, this is a simple fanfic based on a simple premise...
Epsilon: "I like Tarou, and wanted to write about him."
Blade: (glare) "So I'll write about an alternate universe version of Tarou that barely resembles him at all."
Epsilon: At least until you have the real Tarou show up and take over his mind and go on a vicious, vaguely explained psychotic rampage.
Blade: I'm...I'm not doing that anymore. I'm better now.
Epsilon: Yes, to do that, you'd have to actually finish the fanfic.
Blade: You...I...uh... (sob softly)
Epsilon: And thus, another ambition is properly crushed.