Harlan Ellison

you had started your career as a writer, and that excited you a lot, since it was your wish since you were very young. The best part was that you could collaborate with your favorite writers, especially Harlan Ellison. You had previously sent him an email to find out if he was interesed on it

Days passed, until he finally called you on the landline. You were so excited that your legs and hands started to shake. You grabbed the phone and answered to him, just to hear Harlan saying "sweet things" in response of your correspondence

"This is Ellison, you are dead, so very dead, I am going to KILL you, I am going to pull out every organ from your still screaming body and send them to your family, I am going to make sure each and every one of your loved ones knows that I, Harlan Ellison, skinned you alive and left you to bleed on the street. I'm going to make sure each and every one of your books falls into irrelevancy. You are nothing. You are nothing to me and to each and every professional writer there is. You are nothing but a fraud, a hack and a parasite on the skin of literature. I am going to KILL you.”