Imagine we all having a good time together in a large common room with music, where we would play billiard, card games, and whatever else, plus we would maybe have us a beer. I would say something ''presumably funny'' to counter someone's lines. People might laugh, chuckle, or just brush it off like its nothing. Then suddenly out of the blue FoxHound would step into the room, the music scratches off, lights go down, a dark ora fills the room. FoxHound would ''I assume Kradie has not read this and that. He does not understand this and that.'' He would continue with a lengthy lecturing monologue, where people would cringe and facepalm too. Someone in the backroom would cheer and fist their supportive fist in the air in the background ''YEAH!'' like that ''Yeah'' guy in the movie Trading Places. When FoxHound is done talking, the party is over, and everybody goes to bed feeling unwell.