One man, wreathed in a column of light cast by a single lamp, worries away at his keyboard.
"I take ... my role ... as a contributor ... serious..."
"Hello. Cardiac Hill offices. This is OaklandZoo12 speaking. Hugandkiss? No. We have no one here by that name and I don't know anybody named Amanda. I think you may have the wrong number. Good day."
"As a contributor seriously. I was planning ... on copying and pasting ... BHGP's ... respons..."
"Hello, Cardiac Hill offices. This is..."
"I personally can't continue to be as active as I have been in commenting on so many other things if the times I disagree with the mods it turns into the type of BS Vint layed down and Grixxly brought up. My decision is that I will now become primarily a lurker. No more daily contributions and certainly less page views from this guy. It looks like that's fine by BHGP and it will be fine by me. I've got plenty of other things to take up that time.
"And while I'm at it, it's nickel, not nickle, dick."
"I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong num..."
"BHGP's response into my post ... believing it would be well written with a touch..."
"Hello. Cardiac Hill offices. This is OaklandZoo12 speaking. Prince Albert? Why would he be in a can? And besides, this is the United States, we don't recognize hereditary titles in this country.
"You know, sir, I don't know Amanda Hugandkiss, I don't where Prince Albert is, and I don't have time to discuss nickels. I'm in the middle of something important right now and I need space to work. So, if you have no further questions, a good day to you, sir."
"Believing it would be well written with a touch..."
Meanwhile, in State College...
"MALE OFFSPRING! STOP PLAYING WITH THAT WIRELESS TELEGRAPH WONKULATOR! WHY ARE YOU NOT TEACHING THE T-FORMATION TO OUR CLASS OF FRESHMAN FOOTBALLERS!?! IT TOOK ME DECADES, BUT I FINALLY STOLE THAT STRATEGY FROM GEORGE HALAS. BOHEMIANS ARE SHIFTY BUT MAKE GOOD GRIDIRON STRATEGISTS!"
Sigh. Puts down cell phone.