Keith sat before his computer monitor, a wry smile on his face, as he read one of his more particularly witty stories. Keith generally considered himself the funniest guy in the room, and this particular piece of writing merely served to confirm this already lofty opinion of himself.

Keith heard the door behind him swing open. A bevy of fresh, troubled faces stared at him from the doorway with a mixture of horror and astonishment.

“Dude, you totally hijacked that story” said the appointed spokesman, who had ensconced himself at the front of the v-shaped throng. The faces nodded in agreement.

“I did?” asked Keith.

“Those characters are sacred” the spokesman said earnestly.

“I see” said Keith.

“It was if you rewrote Harry Potter and made him gay for Ron” said the spokesman.

“Harry did always strike me as effeminate.” Keith said, more to himself than the throng.

“We’re watching you” warned the spokesman, and closed the door.

Keith waited several safe moments before laughing.