Futurafanfic
by Rob Morris
FUTURAMA, YEAR 3000

Fry : Leela, just who was this Rob Morris guy?

Leela : After he honed his skills for ten years, the greatest fan-fiction writer of all antiquity. Got big right after you left, Fry.

Fry : Oh. He's really honored?

Leela : Quite so. WebTv was one of the few networks to survive the YAlwaysMe Bug.

Fry : So when did he die?

Leela : Oh, we prefer not to say that Rob died.

Fry : Then what do you say?

Leela : That he....crossed over.

( In the background are a family of Ghidorahs, picketing The RM museum, with signs saying 'Ban Racist Fanfic' )

( Hope everyone forgives this indulgence; Thanks, JK! )