I knock on the door three times.

SpikyKnight opens the door looking tired as hell.

She apparently woke up.

"Wut?" SpikyKnight said, with her eyes half open.

She generally did say 'wut'.

"Do you know how to report people?" I ask.

"Follow this link then scroll down, hit contact us,select 'reporting other users',and fill in the rest," Knight said, with a yawn.

"Wattpadheim is a real realm to me," I said.

SpikyKnight grabs me by the ear then tugs me down the street.

"KNIGHT!" I shout. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

SpikyKnight yawns.

"Good morning," SpikyKnight said. "While modding I have the opportunity to bring you to the help center." She walks pretty lazily but regardless of that SpikyKnight is walking pretty fast. "I have 20 minutes in the beginning of School days in the morning to socialize and check on some threads." She yawns again but this time it was a lengthy one. "Dear lord, that is one long yawn."

"LET GO OF MY EAR," I demand.

"We're not gonna take it!" SpikyKnight sang. "WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT,ANNYMOORE—yawwwn."

"KNIGHT!" I shout. "Let go of my righteous ear!"

"You asked," Knight said, with a yawn. "Yeah!" She shook her fist at the sky. "We're not gonna take it; anymoreeeeeee!"

"Knight,let go my glorious ear." I order her.

"I don't have your ear," Knight said.

"Yes, you do," I said. "Now let go of i—" Knight kicks down a door and then threw me into a seat. "Hey!"

"There is a clipboard on the table," Knight said, in the middle of her yawn. "I gotta go—" Her eyes brighten. "Oh, I get to remove a 1-Direction advertisement in the non celebrity thread!" Knight's eyes become clearly open, her mood brightens from the tired one, and she becomes energetic taking out a large hammer. "Modding time!"

I watch the once tired girl speed out the help house.

I take out the magnifying glass then go over to the counter, pick up the clipboard, and then sat down onto a chair. I held the magnifying glass above the clipboard.

"How do I report?" I said, puzzled.

I saw the door be put back into place on it's own. This is a really strange realm. I look back towards the door. I do not need help to fill out a clipboard, I do not need help filling out a clipboard, I do not need help from the likes of a random excitable state moderator.

I do need help.