I can understand that. I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough whopper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of eldeberries. What? Stand by for attack! Well, I-I-uh-- I think I'll go for a walk. No, no. Leaving the room. Nee! Agh! No! Never! We have no shrubberies here. Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him! Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade! [singing] How does it, uh... how does it work?