Has Cid finally clued into the fact his imaginary evil sub plot is real?

I had to stop reading because his avoidance of acknowledging reality was getting too cringe.

So your friend buys all the components and a case of beer (or non alcoholic equivalent) and asks you to help assemble it?

I have taught my dog a few nonverbal commands, so I could easily identify her without even speaking... If she isn't too busy terrorising the other 99 dogs of course.