You made up Chinga, Amos, I didn't. You invented Chinga one day in a puerile attempt to insult Chongo. You are a rapscallion, a nullifidian, a maundering fitch, and a shuffling, bat-faced, dunderheaded kvetchmacher.

Furthermore, William Shatner IS real...and larger than life. ;-) Everybody knows that.

You have lost your grip on reality, my good sir, and it only awaits now for your near relatives or some other thoughtful and responsible people to have you safely confined in the upstairs room of a mouldering country mansion, chained behind a heavy locked door like some nameless abomination in an H.P. Lovecraft story, there to live out your remaining days and hopefully not embarass the family or cause any public mayhem.