Night then.

This is what happens when you mess with us! *breaks his left hand* I was feelin' generous old man but next time we hear about a certain little birdy spreadin' lies - There wont be a next time. Eh, I got somethin' for ya. *snaps fingers and a truck dumps 2 concrete slabs onto his crops* A pair of concrete slippers! Mess up and you'll be havin' a date with a fish and those will be a part of your suit, capice?

On another note, I'm going to bed.

*holds him down*

Sounds good to me.

And peperidge farm isn't going to keep it to itself, now is it?

Who the hell knows.