it should be becoming lucid that squatting on the veranda and shrieking will not suffice any longer and it matters not that you find my ill fitting trousers unsuitable- such petulance must not be tolerated any more such that it collides with the all consuming habits that define this existence and cannot be denied for although you may find it arcane, the harvesting of plump insects produces power of a quiet nature when brewed into paste for applying to my privates. now get out of my way-i will not be denied.