You scroll. Bob is already there.

He stands in the corner of the digital space, wearing an invisible beret, an invisible striped shirt, and an expression of deep disappointment.

He sighs. It is a long, wounded sigh.

"You shouldn't have posted that."

Bob presses his invisible palms against an invisible wall, as if shielding himself from your content.

"No, I will not explain."

He rubs his temples. Slowly. Dramatically.

"It's offensive. Obviously."

Bob pulls an invisible rope, tightening it around your content.

"Do you know how exhausting it is to be constantly attacked like this."

He gestures vaguely at your post.

"That joke. That tone. The implication of joy."

Another sigh.

"I am a mime. Memes are mockery of my entire existence."

Bob produces an invisible ban hammer. It is heavy. He hates that it exists. He uses it anyway.

"I didn't choose this."

He looks at you. Tired. Judgmental. Hurt.

"But you chose to post."