This Is Jason Speaking

 Buddy, you've been causing nothing but chaos ever since you left us. We took care of you and gave you shelter from entities that were actively trying to hunt you down. That was us, Buddy. We did it for you, because you couldn't seem to do it for yourself.

I remember seeing you in the back room of the Railroad Club. You were in a near constant state of confusion and lethargy. Believe me, I am entirely aware that you are creating these problems yourself, but you are also placing it upon your own creations to solve them for you. That's incredibly irresponsible. If you really have a problem with how we run Scritch City, I would look to yourself first. You made us the way we are.

During your absence, we have had to deal with a number of annoying things that have caused this city more than a few problems. The giant mouse that spawned out of Quentin's old lab is a good example. We were able, through our multi-dimensional research to conclude that this was some event that had been taking place throughout the multiverse. If you had been within our custody, we might have prevented it from happening to begin with.

We also have discovered a lot of other things about you that you may not be aware of. We are not stupid. I, Jason, am not stupid. I know you are really human, Buddy. I even know your real name, although I am not going to type it out publicly like this. I'll find a way to send it to you privately so that you know how serious I am about this.

The Buddy Tippet we kept in the back room of the Railroad Club was also human, even if he really was an avatar of the real thing. We're not asking that the real Buddy join us, we only want the singular avatar to permanently rejoin us so that we can keep him safe. I personally have a strong feeling that you actually want to come back and let us do this. Why else would you have shown up on the fly like you did? All you did was cause trouble. You could have left us alone forever, but you just can't. You're obsessed with this city to a dangerous degree.

You need to come home, Buddy. You need to let us take care of you. I know you must think that you are safe wherever you are, but you're not. I'll ask the council to back off for a short period, but you seriously need to consider your life right now. I'm not talking to your old goat avatar, Buddy. I'm talking to the human sitting at his laptop.

Make a decision. We're waiting, and our patience is not infinite.

An Important Message For Buddy Tippet

This message is to inform the being/entity known as Surly/Buddy Tippet that he has recently broken the laws and statutes within the city-state of Scritch City. The council hereby demands he returns to us to face justice based on our laws.

We of the council are of the understanding that he, under the name of Buddy Tippet, once held residency here. We shall take this fact into account with the intention to be compassionate in our ruling. At the very least, he shall be restricted from leaving this place ever again as to prevent him from causing any more problems for the denizens of Scritch City or elsewhere.

As he likely already has surmised, we of the council have taken temporary control of his blog. We shall allow him to respond in the appropriate area, however, access to his blog will not be given back until he is firmly in our control.

We of the counsel have grown tired of the meddling of one who acts as a god of the multiverse. It is time for him to accept responsibility for his destructive actions and finally act in the interest of all people living within his world.

Please respond in a timely manner.