As soon as you turn to spread the message, a flurry of entirely different ones starts to flood your computer screen in eye-searing cyan.
You sigh under your breath. There's this drastic showmanship of the inopportune that insists on following them around, a foolhardy and ostentatious flair you've grown accustomed to. It's as captivating as it is overwhelmingly stupid, hard not to get swept up in. More junk food for the soul, you guess.
You're intimately familiar with their bullshit at this point, but you still find yourself circling back around and walking up to your computer. They better have more than a couple of interesting happenstances up their flaming pants to make up for your lack of haste.