A Fan Query: Why So Angry, Frank?

Dear DFG Answer Man (a.k.a Frank Daniels):

A bunch of us loyal fans were talking at the last Carnage City Comicon about how grumpy you always seem. Every time anyone writes in with a perfectly reasonable request for information about our favourite Comic Book Company, you issue some snarky reply and treat the fans like we are complete morons, what gives? And then we stopped by the DFG booth to meet you and see if you were any nicer in person and you told Louise Expatcanuck (a very loyal DFG fan) to stop reading the comics because the collectors like them to be in mint. She told you that she was NOT reading the comics and that she was very carefully perusing their content. It was then that you lunged at her and tried to take her out. If it weren't for the fact that she had learned the vulcan nerve pinch at last year's Carnage City Sci-Fi Con, she might very well be in the hospital right now! What gives Frank, you used to be a nice guy!?

Sincerely,
Joe Macrel,
Nunavut.

Dear Joe Crapferbrains:

What gives? First of all, you ARE morons! ALL OF YOU! What on earth compels grown up men (and women) to spend their free time dressed up in superhero costumes wandering around a sweaty convention centre trying to get pictures and autographs of artists who can't make it in the real world so they draw comics? You think I like this worthless job? I need to put food on the table for my nine children and pay support to my four ex-wives! If I didn't have that burden, I'd tell Graves and Andrews what they could do with this freakin' job. Sure, I'll do the job but I don't have to take crap from punks like you or that stateside freak Louise Expatcanuck, so go back to your basements and make sure your comics are all alphabetized accordingly because I'm getting tired of your petty little lives.

Sincerely,
Frank Daniels
DFG Production Manager (and Answer Man)