YOU DON'T GOT SHI*buuuuurp*T ON ME! I WAS IN THE WAR. (pulls out safety scissors) YOU KNOW HOW MANY COMIS I'VE KILLED WITH THESE? (attempts to charge you but trips over his destroyed marriage) YOU'RE DAMN LUCKY. BUT I'VE GOT SOMETHING ELSE FOR YA! OH GREAT LORD CTHULU, SMITE THIS BASTARD WHERE HE *hiccup* STANDS. *throws up on torn up jeans* YOUR MOVE MOTHER -blam!-ER!