That's actually the 'fursona' of a former sycophant/stalker of mine who would start flame wars and then run to me for help then run away so I can fight said flame war alone. He's somewhere "curled up in a fetal position" having a " panic attack" suffering "mental harm" (all his words) because I finally swatted him away.
This was before timers, so we were free to disembowel others with whatever words of our choosing with no repercussions other than the concern of what their hospital bills may be like.
'Twas glorious.