Look, you anti-Lanky piece of fuck. I am this close to bringing Ivan along to send you to a fucking gulag. You'd better not mess with me, you scrubstronaut, you don't even know what I look, sound, or even fucking taste like. And you never will; because I'm a pancakestronaut motherfucker. I will drop-kick the fuck out of your fucking grandmother if you put any fucking condiments on me. And oh, let us not forget who'll be watching you the next time you go outside, me. The next time you have a meal, me. The next time you have sex with Kermit the frog, ME. You fucking Chinese ISIS Brussels bombing Irishrealian shithead.