When I think of Amos, what comes to mind is somethin' sorta like a vague mist that rises from a swamp in the mornin' and burns off in the sun after about a minute or so. You might think it's there...and then it's not. Encounterin' Amos in real life would be like encounterin' a dry fart that is dispersin' in a gentle breeze...briefly disconcertin' and decidedly unappealin', but not really what one would call a major problem. If it happened to me, I'd just hold my breath for a few seconds and keep walkin'.

- Chongo