Micolus the Colossus

Micolus: You know...everything is a landscape filled with snow. So cold and unloving, yet so charmingly beautiful...

Michael: Oh for crying out loud, would you shut the fuck up? We're fucking fed up with this bullcrap. You could say just about anything in that manner and make it sound deep and as if though its filled with some profound meaning.

Micolus: Just who the fuck are you?

Michael: I'm you, silly. Now listen to my advice and stop writing this nonsence... Have you ever heard of anyone getting popular writing this bullshit. I mean sure, depth had it's audience a couple of hundred years ago but come on, you don't stand a chance against those dudes, they had talent, you on the other hand, do not. Stick to what you know.

Micolus: If my aim was to become famous among the sheep, I would not write what I do. Surely there is no skill in entrapping a herd of mindless fools now, are there. And I have never claimed that I'm skilled in any way, it's just a form of ventilation, you know, cleaning my mind up a bit.

Michael: Is that so? Why is this blog public then?

Micolus: Well, I guess if some random fella would stumble upon my blog, and find it likable, I would consider that success.

Michael: So you do seek approval?

Micolus: Of course, but the approval of sheep does not mean anything...

Michael: You are not a very talented liar, you know

Micolus: I know...

Michael: and I hope you realize that you're not a very talented person whatsoever...

Micolus: I do...