Fan shifts in his spot at the bench-tables as he listens to you and another contestant chat, a small frown laden on his face. He continues his writing on his laptop, fingers hitting the keys with force as he types. What is he writing! Well, he's writing about you! Not good things, mind you, but things nonetheless.

Quite honestly, he's had enough of you. With all your talk of being the '#1 fan of Inanimate Insanity'? Pff! The gall to claim the right to such a title, I mean, please, people! Clearly, he's the only one around here deserving of such a title, and he's confident you don't know even half as much as he does. It's ludicrous!

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He continues angrily ranting about you on his blog to his followers, continously side-glancing at you. He doesn't actually have the confidence to say anything to your face, as of now that is, so he just sits there, brooding, like some angsty teenager, continually glaring at you.