Dear Corporate Comedic Outlet

Dear Corporate Comedic Outlet,

This was a day for talent, this was a day for dreams, this was a day for originality, THIS was a day for OPEN MIC NITE! But you CRUSHED our talents, our dreams, our originality, our OPEN MIC NITE just to fulfill your own heartless advertising with your comedic contest. This was OUR nite, and you stole the show. Your comics were tasteless, unoriginal, and offensive; all except for one. A friend. A colleague. A damn funny man. Now if there is any justice in the world he would have won. In fact, he DID win. Justice has been served with a side of fame, because that's what he is going to get. London Town look out! There's a storm rolling your way, and its name is Edwin Porter-Daniels.

With an overjoyed disgust,
- The Betrayed Kazooist.