God, Raoul! I'm trying make credible threats, here, and you blow them all to hell every single damn time you unhinge that gaping maw of yours! What's that bag that just dropped out of your mouth? A cunning little Roberto Cavalli clutch? "Oh, don't be such a great big bitchface pissypants about it all like our darling little Sam! It's summer, for heaven's sake! Enjoy it!" You're right, my scaly friend. "I always am!" Indeed. Some of the time. "Hey!"
Happy hiatus, everyone! Now go out and get some air.