I have a vision of JJ in a dark room bent over a computer typing yes, no, maybe to every question he is asked on twitter never leaving. He never shaves, cuts his nails, and shits in a bucket placed under his chair. His wife comes in to sponge him down and change the bucket, all the time he is typing spurs related itk on twitter as the days merge into one. If only they would stop asking questions he could return to living his life.