First she came for Michigan, and I did nothing because I was not a Michigander. Then she came for Oregon and Virginia, and I did nothing again because fuck them states yo.
"The torture she's suffered" oh how horrible her lower back.
Girl please, if the tables flipped you'd be doing the same, and if it was that awful you wouldn't have waited two weeks.
You're trying to compare fruit to boulders with this. There's a massive fucking difference between Tolkien and a bog-standard LN author. When the entire chapter of dialogue can be summarized with "teehee I'm just messing with you" and "oh I don't like him" then yes, there is something to be said...