Oh, you all thought you were so clever, sending me your hundreds upon hundreds of friends-requests in an attempt to break my spirit and shatter my mouse-hand.
But now Comicspace has activated a bulletin system that allows me to pollute all 1714 of your inboxes.
Ha ha ha. Oh my god. You are all so doomed. I will make you regret this. Oh yes. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA COUGH COUGH COUGH **** **** COUGH ACK.
Let's see how this works, shall we?
Also, there's an invisible mnemonic hidden in this message that has made you my personal zombie sleeper agent. Soon you shall be activated and caused to cut off Ed Brubaker's hands.