"Hey, hey! I'll stick your fork in an outlet if you don't watch it, bud! At least my head don't look like a knobbly buttplug." He bitterly mashes the power button on the television. Be gone, darkest concepts from beyond the stars. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down the cucumber love enthusiast from under lowered eyebrows. He mumbles under his breath something about glue-on goatees.