He's somewhere out there, trying to save the world from fake headphone-licking billygoats trying to overrun the media industry, all alone, with only a typewriter to defend himself.
No matter where he is, though, he has to come back now, BECAUSE WE NEED HIM. Well, 'I' need him. Well, not so much 'need', but rather 'wishing he was here'. Well, not so much 'here', but rather 'somewhere where I can find him'.
Anyway. FBI parte due, I can pronounce your name, and I miss you. Please come back, I even promise I will stop trying to prove my intellectual superiority over you, okay?