Alright, cool your jets, take 'em out back and throw them in an ice bath and give them all popsicles, damn, I mean, I've got some troll chick from another planet that was also home to mister flaming ragehole and miss gets-kids-killed-for-fun face who just suggested she's either crazy-awesome or awesome-crazy saying she wants to dress me up, you can see why I might have as many reservations as the Native Americans before Earth exploded.