"Uhh, what do we tell him?" says real Connor.
"I don't know?" says all the other writers.
"I'll explain it, but It will take like, 10 minuets or so to write." says real life Martin.
"We can wait!" says all the current players (Waffles, Tox, Connor, Ren, RaN, Knife)
"Fucking ell, this is boulks." says Jimmy from Quadrophina by The Who.
"D-FB DOES NOT THINK IT WILL TAKE THAT LONG!" says D-FB, the Dalek.
"I could type up an essay, but me and Ander have only been around since page 90 something." says Alex, half of Alexander the dragon, a higher power.
"Well I am fucking bored, being in a sword sucks!" says Martin, future Tox.
"This power armor chafes." says Backroom Six, future Connor.
This is gonna take a while.