i dare you, Mick. i'd effortlessly deflect all your attempted shinkicking while using my drum sticks to handle you like chopsticks on a potsticker while i rip you to filthy little hangnailed shreds. i think the question that really needs to be asked is why db tolerates your presence on this site. Pat, i can understand, because the proudly small-minded bleatings of a gray matter-less dunderbluss (nothing personal, Pat) make for fertile character development possibilities in the lyric department. but you, Mick, i just can't for the life of me figure out why you're allowed here. not to be an advocate of violence against halflings or anything, but i'd like nothing more than to tie both ends of you to meth-crazed musk oxen going in opposite directions and enjoy the show. then glue/duct tape you back together and do it again. for a week straight.

(oh, and Pat, i was just kidding [about it not being personal])