To the seedy twerps of the rich

Instead of sending me emails to option my script, you used porn and Natzee tactics to threaten me into somehow giving up my legal rights and my intellectual property. Seriously, Steve Barr. All you had to do was send one email and meet me. Instead you blackmailed me and ran a hit piece in Stuff.

My blog contains three years of evidence that you were a self-involved dick. - James and Cassandra, you didn't make me a good singer. That would have required you to actually be in the same room... I got good largely by simply practicing. Your 'feedback' was unwelcome and creepy. Don gave me good notes. Mark gave occasional notes: that's why I became Paul. It's irrelevant whether you met Sondheim once: he was my pen pal for almost a decade. In fact, it was people like you being creeps that kept his involvement under wraps. You thought that being associated with Disney was a good thing; I didn't. If I have violent thoughts towards you, your sexual extortion is the reason why. - Salina, just let me win. Your Dad isn't rich enough to fight Bill Gates. I'm not a one-trick pony: I did a groundbreaking piece of computer science last year. - That Stuff article means that I'm not going to be lenient. The cops were annoyed that I was even considering being so. Full charges. Stuff will host the video for the apology hui, then you'll plead guilty. You've done a trial in the media, and New Zealand is on my side. The only way for your rich lawyers to help you is to plead guilty. Ask them, then do it.