Midnight Pals: Delicious Boot

Theresa C. Gaynord: i just want to say,i support trump 100% doing anything
Gaynord: i don't care how many children he has to murder, how many grandmothers he has to terrorize
Gaynord: it's all worth it, to finally get the rogue state of COMMIEfornia under control
Gaynord: do you know they're shitting in the streets in san Francisco?

Gaynord: what's the problem?
Gaynord: you don't like seeing your neighbors get deported to foreign gulags?
Gaynord: well don't worry there's plenty of room
Gaynord: for the rest of you
Poe:
King:
Koontz:
Lovecraft:
Barker:

Barker: so uh
Barker: who are you again?
Poe: clive
Gaynord: i'm actually really well known
Gaynord: i'm kind of a big deal
Gaynord: i was in who's who
Barker: ahahaha
Poe: cliveffff ok yeah that's pretty funny

Gaynord:[licking boot] delicious mmmfff
Gaynord:[tonguing sole lasciviously] more more
Gaynord:[eyes rolling back in head]

Gaynord: i'm not a horror writer to be popular
Barker: yeah that's obvious from your reviews
Barker: ohhhhh ha ha!
Poe: now clive that's not fair
Poe: you know you can't trust reviews
Barker: why are you arguing with me, edgar? i'm right

Eli Roth: yeah! you know who else i hate?
Roth: greta Thunberg
Roth: i hate how she keeps saying bad things are bad
Roth: it makes my tummy hurt
Dan Simmons: yeah!
Simmons: yeah yeah yeah!!

Roth: i think greta Thunberg should be eaten by cannibals
Roth: a really racist depiction of cannibals
Roth: that's the kind i like best
Simmons: OMG me too!!!!
Simmons: we should talk more

Joyce Carol Oates: interesting, i have a rebuttal
Oates: look at this [shows foot, Gaynord instantly vaporizes]
Oates: this isn't even one tenth of my power

Poe: jesus joyce! put it away! put it away!
Poe: there's children here!
Koontz: i'm scared!
Poe: it's okay dean it's not real it's just
Poe: joyce please for the love of god put it away
King: it burns! oh god it burns!
Mary Shelley: [staring directly at foot] now that's a power move

Poe: mary stop looking at it
Shelley: no i'm fine
Poe: mary, you don't need to prove anything
Shelley: i'm fine
Poe: mary
Poe: mary you're gonna hurt your eyes
Shelley: [eyes starting to tear, vein throbbing in forehead] no i'm fine