Evil Editor sat at his The New Yorker desk mocking genre fiction on his hobby blog, when several strange girls entered his office. He was new to Manhattan and didn't worry about the extra eye each had. Captain Kierstental4robinsarah3 placed a monograph onto Evil's desk.
Evil Editor looked at the title, Collected Wisdom of Ten Thousand Planets, and laughed. “I don't do Sci Fi.” He looked up and they were gone. [Ed. note: genre readers, please add: And so was most of Manhattan.]