when someone asks you to shut up petrificus totalus!

and offer it up to the eye of statue stone ladyfool! thems which rekons thee is naught binding, and cluttered up! they ones which summon the evil 0:00 PM alarm clock squeaky pet toy and cries at the face of the lighthouse cemetery! built up flesh and stone and binded bane.

thanks to you in 8 weeks the curtain goes up on a 300-foot stage manager with a mowhawk singing "consider yourself one of us!"

All right, enough is enough. Blowing up the shield was the last straw. Scotty, yoooooooooooou're fired! Fired? Fired? No no no no damn damn damn damn crap crap crap crap rehire or I'll kill myself you doofus doofus doofus doofus!