While the cow's away the rats will play
The Beak is in the correct ballpark, as usual.
And somebody forgot his meds and no, you're not allowed to dissolve them in a bottle of Jack, Mrs. Lambini's little boy.
Cattle prod? How inhumane! Next thing I know some creepy cabal of mods will sneak up and try to brand me in the swimming pool.
Geez, 6. I know you're a New Yorker and all but that's cold, dude.