Yeah, that's enough. Your aura is hemorrhaging whimsy by looking at this garbage. You don't know why anyone would like this. You guess the author has a thing for this? You don't know for sure, you might have read that somewhere when you were more online, and less "in a bunker for 18 years". As far as you're concerned, he peaked with Bard Quest, which didn't have any meta shit in it, just good wholesome fun with a bard, his cohort of buffoons, and anywhere from ten to fifty jokes about homosexuality. Those were the days.

You're considering marking his name down to put him in store for the frown to end all frowns, but on second thought, you're starting to think you might need to get on his good side to get out of this fucking story. It's already slated for 30,000 pages... oh god. You wonder if it's too late. Did you already piss him off and the guaranteed future page count is your prison? No, that's being too paranoid, he's probably just insane. Or really, really likes jesters.

Yeah, that's it, haha. He loves jesters! He's just a silly guy who likes to have fun, and is also probably the greatest literary mind of this century. You definitely are determined to think that, and also that he's really cool, and maybe if it's not too much trouble, he could see his way to letting you out of this fucking story a bit sooner than 30K pages? Like, if he feels like it, you're just saying.