My complaint:
Hey, I have a criminal complaint out about your scams and torture campaigns against my novels. If I turn up dead from Mika and John Brennan’s heart attack guns and shit, people are going to get really pissed off. I never authorized musical derivatives of my work, so I’ve contacted a lawyer and am demanding that NBC and it’s politically motivated partners stop racketeering on my person at once.
Suggested solution:
Pay me my 5 billion dollars and tell Satan to screw himself and that nobody thinks that black piece of shit is sexy enough to watch.
