You gauche lot, you. Until you've learned to handle your cutlery as if it wasn't a set of crayons, you're out of bounds, rusticated, sent down, like the dirty, perverted, Oz-reading filth that you are. If anyone wants me, I shall be reading this, albeit only as a prepatory for shoving a big, dirty, intellectual jackboot right in your face, darlings. Oh. Some of you have ejaculated already. How tasteless.