Leave me out of it. Like, way, way, out of it. Like, don't use our home's electricity to power your computer to write it. Like, if it gets put on at a con I attend, I would sooner smoke a yard of BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, upside down, covered in chili oil, while Team Volare BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPs BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP on rollerskates, meanwhile a clown car full of BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEPs the BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, setting the room on fire and activating the sprinkler extinguishers for the whole hotel, but BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP won't matter because I'll be in the hospital for a severe case of BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP and won't be around to be a witness when the cops break your LARP up.