I am brimstone & fire, I sneeze disease and shit molten lava. I terrorise old people on pension day, I'll kill anything that moves and I eat babies for breakfast - except Wednesdays, when I do volunteer work at the iGSM home for the criminally insane and make paper chains.
And don't call me Son - I was legally drinking beer whilst the best part of you was still dribbling down your daddy's leg.