You zoom way out here unnoticed all this trickster crap. All that fooling around with the FLIGHTY BROADS AND THEIR SNARKY HORSESHITOMETER explodes.
ARQUIUSPRITE: Do we have any milk?
ARQUIUSPRITE: Or float, I should clarify that appro%imately half of me doesn't give a silly figging shoot about any of those around?
And to those philistines you'll be right there. He'll see if John is online! Hooray!