There is a remedy for pretentious, pontificatin', supercilious bozos like you, Amos, a way to cut 'em done to size and make 'em face up to their own mortality and their pompous delusions of grandeur, and make 'em bite the hard cold bullet of reality instead, but I ain't gonna explain it here, cos people might get offended, and it wouldn't do no good anyways, cos nothin' anybody ever says to you has any more effect than a pinch of pigeon shit fallin' on a whited sepulcher and I already know that, see? I would be wastin' my breath.

- Chongo