And if you have NEVER had your thorax run through, its a life changing experience and one I only rate up there with a 30 day stint at Malibu Passages and running out of crack on a long Labor Day weekend.
In the words of the immortal Monty Python...
"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. You don't frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called 'Arthur King,' you and all your silly English K-nig-hts."
Oh...and crossing semantic foils is like crossing the streams in Ghostbusters.....bad...very very bad!!
I rest my case your honor!
P. S. has purple hair REALLY ever gone out of style? Just sayin