It's probably just your Welcome To Deerington present. When I showed up, I got clowns, so, honestly? I'm not really that sympathetic that your problem is you look like a tool.

[ That doesn't mean Eliot isn't going to try and help. It's a perpetual thumbs up. How hard can it be to reverse? ]

Did something happen before this or did you just get here, thumbs a'blazin'?