The only way to rid yourself of Pojo Kutty is via sheer force of will.
And lawyers. Lots and lots of lawyers.
If you are reading this, the barrier has failed. The stable field is compromised. Pojo Kutty tried to invoice me for the oxygen it consumed while screaming into my mailbox. It's claiming the vibes of my restraining order are a copyright violation. The lawyers aren't coming. They never were. They were paid in expired coupons and requests for mutual aid. God help us all.