It's not Pippa, you fucking retards. She isn't hunched over, bug-eyed and hissing breathily through a mouth full of rotten teeth. There isn't a 50-yard exclusion zone around her being maintained by a combination of body-odour and mysterious men in bicycle helmets wielding batons shaped like novelty Majong tiles. The guy with the dinosaur didn't recoil in horror at her physical proximity and the convention hasn't seen any plagues of rats or toads, nor have all the water faucets spontaneously begun discharging blood. Chinese restaurants in the area have not been sued over replacing their usual all-natural organic sewer oil with a reeking grease scraped off her forehead, and the psych ward is not filled with traumatized dentists ranting about how the portal to hell the Russians claim to have found has taken human form and walks among us. We haven't been invaded by ogres bearing the carcasses of slain foes as tribute to the great maw, and most importantly, Reticule is still posting.
Grow up, morons. Learn to recognize falsehoods when you see them.