>I don't know if you were trying to be funny or not, but this MST was 
immature and rude.

*everyone cheers*
ALEX: WE WIN!
ANNA: I'm assuming this person has no grasp of irony...

>I wouldn't even call it a MST.

RONNIE: Well, it wasn't angst...
ANNA: I wouldn't call this much of a flame, either, ass-for-brains.

>I think the guys who were involved with it just needed a way to get 
out their 12-year old sexual frustrations

*Alex and Season look pissed*
ANNA: Hey, cool, Alex, you're only twelve, AND you're plural! I didn't
know that!

>in a way that didn't involve masturbation because they can't find 
their teeny-weeny pickles between their legs.

ROBERT: Okay... first you had me... but then you lost me...
ANNA: (Deadpan) You have to put pickles in the fridge or they'll rot,
silly!

>I still can't figure out why this story even deserved to be MST-ed.

LIZY: That was Dreams, right?
ALEX: Yeah. I mention numerous times that I actually LIKED that one.
ANNA: I still can't figure out how illiterate people manage to flame
us humble folk who can actually read, write, and have senses of humor
developed somewhere past a 2-year-old's level.

>I happened to have read the whole thing so far and liked it for its 
great writing style and storyline.

ROBERT: (Reviewer) Dur hur hur... it gots sex... hur hur...
ANNA: I happened to eat a whole bag of Oreos once, but do I think I'M
special?

>Did you just go through it just to find the sexy parts so you could 
get off on it? -     

ALL: DID YOU?!

>                       ~The Flaming Lemon~ ()                                 

RONNIE: Oh, yeah. THAT makes sense.

ANNA'S FINAL NOTES: Well, that's the typical ff.net reader for you. The
moral of this flame is:

SOMEONE NEEDS A COKE-BOTTLE ENEMA.