Someone owns Ghostbusters, I don't remember who. The Taskmasters own the 
FFML so you cannot complain anyway ^_-

[The camera fizzles like a staticy TV, then it focuses on four menacing 
figures all in a line, carrying various implements of pain...except for 
one who looks very much like a mouse and is carrying a remote control
^_^ ]

[The Mouse steps forward]
The Mouse:  "Are you irritated by long-delayed fanfics?"
[He steps back into line]

[Tyrant X steps forward and cracks his knuckles]
Tyrant X:  "Is there one story that the author keeps promising to finish, 
but never does?"
[He steps back]

[Joseph Sutedja steps forward]
Joseph:  "Would you like to take out some frustration, nay, revenge, on an 
author for not delivering?"
[He steps back]

[Stargazer steps forward]
Stargazer:  "Then call the Taskmasters! We're on call 24 hours a day, 
ready to serve all of your prodding needs!"

[All four step forward]
All:  "The TASKMASTERS!  When no one else can...WE CAN!"

[An 800 number flashes across the bottom of the screen. When the screen 
goes dark, the Taskmasters start muttering among themselves.]

Stargazer:  "This magnificent commercial represents the _last_ of this 
year's budget.  If it doesn't work, then what?"

The Mouse:  "Then we go bounty hunting." [He winks]

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~ Squeek!  Pass the cheese...        ~
~ The few, the proud, the DBTFH! ^_^ ~
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