I'm ashamed to admit that I think we've fallen into this trap:
There is no way this guy is for real. He has to be fucking with us. Absolutely no way this can be serious. I'm grabbing another glass of Baileys and going to bed.
I relocated from my living (where I was watching an episode of Voyager, btw) to my bed. Sometimes I wish I didn't have a laptop. I would just walk away.