A spoof writer has disappeared in a puff of smoke after making his fingers do the talking for seven days - give or take a few hours - and by making an obscure reference or two to Jean Paul Sartre for no other reason than because he could.
Just a week ago, the time insensitive scribe registered and found himself caught up in the rarified atmosphere of the world renowned Spoof.com website.
Despite hints that he would "give it a week" to other writers in the discussion forum, few could have imagined how transient the little sod really intended to be.
Spoof legends such as Duncan Whitehead, Smurfette, Queen Mudder and Skoob1999 made the scribe feel right royally welcome as did Mark Lowton and for that he was muchly grateful.
But as he prepared to board the BA flight with the winnings from his Lottery winning numbers 4, 8, 15, 16, 23 and 42, he was forced to say goodbye, adios, au revoir, Ainu and Hokkien by the language police.
"Good riddance," cried Fergus McCarthy and others - and a tree fell but he wasn't there to hear it. "He is probably spoofing. He'll be back."
"Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men," the little spoofster said in what was clearly a pompous ( not sexist because it hadn't been invented ) and nicked obscure literary quotation from Sartre.
Adios amigos. Adios.