"What, are you crazy? Why would you hand out yer email address to these coocoo lunatics?"

"Grady, what the hell are you so concerned about?"

"They could use yer email to peddle junk you don't wanna buy."

"Or they could email and send me a bajillion dollars. Huh? E'er thought of that?"

"They could spam you with SHIT. Utter manure. They'll ask you to join their cult or...or, tell you to check out their 'dope track on Soundcloud.'"

"What if they send me kind words about my comics instead? Or propose collaborating with me on sum kick-ass project?"

"They could email you really mean words too. Som'n real snarky and rude."

"W-well...I s'ppose I don't want that..."

"Sure you don't. Once you put out that email address, at least 500 people are gunna hurl you rotten virutal tomatoes at you the first day. The human race ain't so nice, is it?"

"You know what, Grady? I'm sick of your PESSIMISM and your glass-half-empty BULLCRAP. I'm gunna trust that the people who visit my inter-web site are GOOD-HEARTED. They'll prove me right!"

"So be it then...BLIGH. Don't say I didn't warn ya for SHIT. Let your inbox be full of stinky, trashy emails... See if I'll care!"