He's been deserted by the She Beast, so he's depressed.

I'll be honest: I'll miss him. It was like shooting fish in a barrel, trolling him.

They unplugged his Internet.

Here's my Kafka (Metamorphosis) parody of Bongo:
Bongo K awoke from a troubled sleep and found himself transformed into a gigantic cockroach. He lay on his back and looked at his many little feet, waving helplessly in the air. He tried to get out of the bed but found he couldn’t. His back was a huge convex carapace, and he simply rolled back every time he tried to get up. He had two large antennae projecting from under the woollen cap he wore to bed, and they waved almost as rapidly as his little legs.
“What shall I do?” he wondered. “I have to get to filmboards and defend myself against the hundreds of malicious attacks that are doubtless being made this very moment! I have to copy-paste my usual nonsense in response to every attack, and pretend to laugh very hard, though I feel like crying.”

He’s probably crafting another lengthy Op just to give us a daily reminder from the retirement home that he isn’t raging.
“There are no atheists in foxholes, eh?”-Keith Jennings from the Omen.