When he saw that Twitter had suspended him, Ant's heart began to palpitate rapidly. He downed three Xanax to beat the ol’ ticker into submission and immediately set about the business of making a new account.

Ant fears obscurity more than anything else, you see. Somewhere deep inside, he knows that without Twitter, he'd be forced to confront his reality - an elderly, borderline recluse surrounded by sycophants, wiling away his remaining days in a state of constant inebriation.