Look Joe, I’m sure you’re a nice guy and you mean well, but people in other time zones are trying to get some sleep and they can hear you all the way from Shanghai, so give it a break for a minute. If you don’t, I’m afraid you won’t be hitting it; it will be hitting you. And by it, I mean me, because I’m going to start beating you with a sock full of quarters if you don’t quiet down.
Now I don’t want to be the bad guy Joe, so if you stop now I’ll let you go home to your tub of peanut butter and fluff while I torch your instruments and throw the ashes into the sea where they won’t hurt anyone anymore. After I’m done with that I’m flying to Austria, so I can wipe that dirty grin off Franzl Lang’s smug face. He won’t be so damn happy after I give him a taste of his own bratwurst.