Fareal's account was not accidentally hacked. This is the most transparent cover I've seen since chavs on fucking MSN Messenger tried the same excuse to explain away their ill-conduct (Alex Evans is an example). And even then, I was never fooled.
I have much informal, online social experience; I've comparatively little offline, but if there's one thing my mother has taught me, it's that I must show myself to be the moral superior of my enemies.
Kelly Anderson does exist. I've actually grown a bit of a soft-spot for him. Not fetishistic, not romantic, but curious as to what makes him tick. Let's say he didn't have the benefit of daddy's Rx pad. Ian Brady 2.0, perhaps? I wanted to go to this restaurant not to scream autistically or whatever cruel, sociopathic, malignant caricatures Fareal had to offer in exposure of their real intentions, but to record observations in my head, and then laugh with Chac about how inferior neurotypical women are in that North Korean comedic style, "That's So Funny!". (A socialist-realist propaganda show lampooning the West, their own famines, etc; it's actually not all that inherently normalfag-haha funny, but wry and sardonic if you come from the right ideological persuasion.)