As I have pointed out, Amos, you are yourself an imaginary construction, a self-created ego shell that prances about on the stage of life launching witty verbal shafts such as "jejune" and using fashionably outdated phrases such as "I swan" to reduce others to stunned silence as you bury them under an avalanche of equisitely crafted sesquipdelia.

As such, you act out an interesting and entertaining role to be sure, and one which I think has added color and amusement to our world, but never, sir, NEVER imagine that you are any realer than the various "fictional" characters I have created. You just seem realer in this specific vibratory spectrum we inhabit, that's all, but on the streets of Chongo's Chicago you would seem ghostly, insubstantial, a mere phantasm drifing eerily on the wind, soon to vanish like a puff of smoke.