“Hmmmmmm”. I ponder the content of todays comic carefully. “Is it really okay to still be making references to the first episode of Lucky Star after all these years?”

“But DiGi”, I hear you say, causing me to shiver, still terrified that you may be hiding in my wardrobe or under my bed, despite being rendered impossible due to the assorted junk both areas are crammed full of, “Since when does that ever stop you making a joke about something?”

“True”, I nod in agreement, whilst cautiously reaching for a suitably heavy blunt object with which to protect myself, regretting that I don’t reside in a country where baseball is popular, “I do suppose it’s at least better than not even attempting to make a joke at all”.

“Oh, like you’d ever have a comic without a joke!”, you respond in a sarcastic tone, as I search for origin of your voice in an increasing state of irritation, clutching my weapon of choice. “And, besides that, this post written in a first person fashion is truly absolutely hilarious!”

“Oh”, I exclaim, lifting my tool of bludgeoning in preparation to strike, “You can blame Lupus for that. He seems to think it’d be a good idea to do every single post like this!”

“What!?”, you cry, unable to disguise your astonishment, “But surely this wore thin about one sentence into your Hayate post!”

“Indeed”, I sigh, slowly lowering my +10 Object of Skull Crushing dejectedly, finally giving up on locating the source of the voice I shouldn’t really be able to hear, “It’s an absolute pain to write as well”.

“Plus”, I continue, having suddenly thought of another point I should raise, “I have this strange feeling that posting in this fashion is making me turn somewhat, well, schizophrenic…”.

“You don’t say” is your reply. “Can this other personality actually come up with jokes, or at least write a somewhat humorous text entry?”

The answer, I think, is quite clearly no.