yeah, right. you know he'll be frantically sitting there trying to log in.
getting cheeto dust all over the keyboards. then sadly. sobs into his hands, getting said cheeto dust on his face.
he tries to clean his face with his stained (what was once) white tank, only to rip the left shoulder seam.
it will be exactly 2.4 hours from that moment, that he will get his 'big book of badness' (that's what is inscribed on the bent and rolled composition marble cover)
and diligently go back to all the screen shots of all the threads he made. and write down all the, (what he believes to be) the whitty comebacks, and snips
he should have used before said banning. knowing, in the back of his mind, that he is doing nothing more than projecting his self loathing and hatred upon
those that he feels unjustifiably, caused him great discomfort and grief, when all, (he knows in his heart of hearts) he was trying to do, was find a friend.
i mean...that's just one scenario.