"I feel lugubrious and impracticably quixotic with your indubitable and
incontrovertible ability to notice my much-tested fortitude. Veritably it
is with voluminous disconsolateness that I must supplicate upon you to no
longer malinger at the very boondocks of this palaver and immure yourself
in the quiddity of the pother at hand. To be unreservedly Non-divergent,
you're a predominantly incredulous entity, inestimable in use merely to
those of an obtuse milieu. Your illimitable propensity to concede your
futility is austerely irksome in a habitually cantankerous and belligerent
way. Supplementary to this, your hum is analogous to that of a festering
wig and your proficiency for identity discernment is secondary only to the
manner in which you cogitate. Nonetheless, the mode of your conduct has
been reprehensible to the extreme. You have acquitted yourself in a way
that I would more typically correlate with the approach of an unbridled
mandrill. I would anticipate solely that you endeavour to atone for
yourself at this 'epoch', to expound my notion of yourself."
To which I could only reply "Indeeeeeeeedy Doo"