Stalkers can be good for the ego. But not right now. Right now I'm bordering on mildly freaked out, and at least one person I've talked to has given my eyeballs their own personal migraine, induced by the combined vision of a bunch of Oompah Loompahs snorting coke and getting jiggy with it on a keyboard.
Frankly, I'd rather insert my head into a mechnical rice picker and end up looking like Mr. Spock than stay in this Limey backwater. You know these guys have a flat sales tax of 17.5% on everything? That's insane. I think I'm going to go throw myself into the Thames as a Colbert tea party protest. That'll show 'em.
Hopping a portkey? This sounds incredibly kinky and possibly like it's in violation of someone's heavily guarded and expensive copyright. But I'm hip to your jive. Let's talk.