Original by Three Green Dots:
Rip-off by Paul Silburn
It's beyond a doubt now that, to Paul, this has become a matter of principle; he will not base an advert on an idea of his own. He simply will not countenance it for a second. As long as other people's ideas are just a mouse-click away, he'll keep sucking them up through that flapping, jowly gob and squeezing them back out into our faces through that halo of ruptured veins he calls an arsehole.
Isn't that right, Paul? I noticed you used 'Money For Nothing' on your little film there. That's your fucking anthem isn't it Paul you raddled old cunt? I can imagine you whistling that in the morning as you hoist a creaking leg up onto your bathroom sink and chuck a load of talc at your gristly old balls. Gets mighty dry down there doesn't it Paul you papery skinned talent-leeching vampiric fuck? And when you arrive at your desk and start the day's YouTube trawl, do you have that on in the background as you earmark the ideas you're going to steal for your next joyless, cynical, piece of shit ad? Course you do.
How the fuck do you still have a job Paul? How have they not cottoned onto you? Every time you put an ad on YouTube the comments go spastic with people accusing you of plagiarism. When are you going to stop? Is this your way of asking someone to kill you, is that it? Is it a cry for help? Tell you what Paul, I'll be a lot fucking happier than the schlubs in your fucking ad when I hear you've bludgeoned yourself to death with one of your ill-deserved fucking gongs. CUNT.
CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!