Oh, how the quality has fallen! Woe unto ye, ye who drag the quality of BS through a sieve so that it is strained! For MOAB will surely not only strain thou thouself, but e'en rupture thou! And then thou will find not only that thou are weeping and gnashing teeth but lying in the roadsides, and in the gutters, and amidst whitened sepulchres, busily straining out gnats and swallowing camels! Woe to ye, I say, and woe unto the womb that bore thee and the breasts that gave thee suck, suckers! For in that time ye shall have no recourse but to be numbered amidst the sheep and goats awaiting branding, for with the branding comes the cutting and the men amongst thou won't care for that one little bit! And thou wilt suffer the fire that is never quenched and the beer that quenches not, unless thou restoreth unto Mother the quality that is verily and truly her due!

So kneel and beg her forgiveness and promise never to do it again and maybe, just maybe, Mother will let you have dessert tonight.