Yes, I can picture Figgy, chuckling as he paws at keys for hours on end, with a dish of halved ripe figs sitting at the ready and a cloud of fruit flies to keep him company; diligently churning out enough material for his miraculous "usenet archive" to convince future DevilBunny archaeologists that it isn't just one individual writing it all. And he's crazy enough that they just might fall for it.