Crazy about all the haters, anyway. The folks who pepper him with hate mail because they don't get the joke about slogans like "It's not gay if you beat them up afterwards." Folks like the Olsen twins, who sent him a cease-and-desist letter. And maybe the folks pissed off about the time Megatron raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi. (It's true. He swears it.)
So that's it. Goodbye and fuck you from Sunshine, sayonara to all you shitheads. As Megatron put it on his site, "I have enough money to move on to something more rewarding. Maybe I'll start my own hooker farm or maybe I'll practice sleeping."
Turns out he hasn't begun planting slut seedlings just yet. As he noted in a recent e-mail, he's in Los Angeles now, "writing/producing/filming/funding my own Hollywood motion picture." Maybe it's Transformers 3, the one in which Megatron shits Lexus Hybrids.
And, yes, that means he's given up on his peculiar desire to live in one of the crappiest locales in all of Denver. "My place in Denver is currently for sale as well," he writes. "If you know anyone that wants to live in that notorious loft, let me know."
Who knows? For the right buyer, he might even clean out the dead midget hookers in the closet.