Khandu old friend, I am indeed, just this once, humbled at your brilliance! When in most times I find you with all the luminescence of a dead lightning bug in a Mason jar, here I feel you have lit up the darkness like the flames from one of your weekly cross burnings or a blast from a flared-off popcorn and beer fart.

I seriously doubt this will make you "Man of the Year" as your genital equipment is even smaller than Shatner's which can only be seen with an electron microscope and will disqualify you from the competition. But for this one brief and shining albeit stench ridden moment, this is your personal Camelot.

S[aw