Let's face it, he will never just go away. We feel like we stepped in a pile of dog shit; we hosed it off our boots and off the front porch steps, but the smell never fully goes away. We occasionally find a few shit stains that somehow got onto the carpet and are constantly reminded of that original pile of dog shit, and perpetually worried that a new pile of dog shit will pop up in our path when we least expect it. Those of us foolhardy enough to originally think the pile of dog shit was tasty chocolate pudding continue to deal with the aftertaste.
Following up a year later ...it worked! He just went away. The spirit of the Chameleon kinda-sorta lives on in the AtariBox, which has gone silent but has failed to deliver the good clean stupid fun of this endless thread.