I quite like them, especially the ones who post on here for literal years, working so hard to maintain their identities that they end up by any measure effectively becoming Evertonians, watching our matches instead of their own club, boning up on Everton trivia, keeping a spreadsheet of their fictional EFC biographies, even getting as far as carving "Nil Satis Nis..." in their spindly arms with the mother's favourite bingo pen before remembering that it was all a charade, having to sneak the now blunt-tipped bingo pen back in their mum's purse without touching any of the used condoms she for some reason insists on collecting, which is ironic since she lets all of her clients go bareback.