Prepare to be disappointed, Concord (Flak), for there are not sufficient polygons in your universe to burn my very un-duck-like self. And, armed as I am with the Holy Handgrenade of Antioch, and counting as I am to three, having pulled the Blessed Pin ... I fear thee not. Now ... Monty Python .... THERE'S A RELIGION!!

Could be worse, could be raining.