Amos, I'll not fence words with you, for my riposte from seconde to sixte would put it to the touch. I would indeed take a pound of fleche, and that would cut me to the quick. You can be, if you wish, the the minister of de fence, a post which I'm sure will foil your ill-wishers. You ARE de MAN! You can have de fence post, a staple for asking, "Wire we here?" So, for now, excuse me, for I must piste.