Thinking it was really you, he kept blowing raspberries at Lind L. Taylor as he watched the broadcast from the portable TV on his desk.

"I'm so using the notebook on him. >:-("

Light looks at the clock. 36, 37, 38, 39…

Taylor collapses of a heart attack after the minute-hand reached 8.

"Muehehe. Muahaha. No wonder his name was Ｌ! >:-)"

Though before he was about to switch the monitor off, you decide to announce yourself via the channel's super-ultra-top-secret microphone! Checkmate.