OK, that's fine.
And you've done nothing to convince me (and probably quite a lot of the rest of us) to take seriously the possibity that you're a gullible, insensitive conspiraloon.
There. Now we're quits.
*points and laughs*
Honestly, meltingpot, there's dozens - hundreds, probably - of people on here, watching this, who know EXACTLY how it's going to go:
Conspiraloon posts latest "it's all a Cunning Plan" type theory about latest outrage.
Urban types raise one eyebrow, go "Yeah? Come on, then, show us some proof."
Conspiraloon huffs a bit and says "I don't have to. YOU prove I'm wrong."
Urban starts to chortle. Pointy sticks get sharpened. Conspiraloon becomes more agitated, theories become more extreme.
Urban, still chortling, gets irritable, demands for proof become more insistent.
Conspiraloon, now visibly frothing, resorts to calling Urbanites part of the conspiracy, claims them to be being controlled by alien mind control rays, demands proof from Urbanites that they aren't, that editor isn't Elvis, and that he, personally, has IRREFUTABLE PROOF that what he says is true...only he's left it in his other trousers.
Urban starts to deploy the pointy sticks: having given up on getting any sense out of conspiraloon, they see the end approaching, and just set out for a bit of sport.
Mods begin to circle.
Conspiraloon loads up waterpistol, gets mum to cut his hair a bit shorter than usual, leans out of bedroom window alternately screaming obscenities and sobbing.
Conspiraloon gets banned.
THE END.
Meanwhile, you may have noticed, the rest of Urban is still here.
Have a nice time while you're here, Melty. What do you think of my pointy stick?