"MY FANS could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this social medium before. There could be MY FANS anywhere." The cool wind felt good in his white fur. "I HATE MY FANS" he thought. Sibelius reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $11 craft porter circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of fans misinterpreting his ideas. "With five podcasts, you can say anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.