"Yeah? Well, your Mentor wears combat boots filled with the shady slop tasting from the unmentionable slot of a Hogsodian Crotchbug."
Man, if we could combine this with an automated George Bush policy defender, it'd be like DJ28 never left.
Ha! 
May you be forever entombed in the orangish offal relishing from the underarm gullet of a Quensbian Fardschid.
Heh, a few funny ones there.
newfie
May your doctor prescribe the sacharine slime swilling from the unmentionable orifices of a Babbletogian Windpasser.