It's just knew letting out his frustrations, of which I have a particular talent of getting him to do. He has me residing so far inside his head over it that he's even put up a few useless polls. He will never learn. And what else can the pixie do besides post "hearts & flowers" about his life when he knows he can make up any scenario he likes as an anonymous story-teller. If he wasn't an actual failure, there'd be no need to say a thing. He knows that.

I predict another conflict-laced, chaotically empty day for the loser.