Yea, verily: Who is that, skulking through the hotel lobby! It is Swimmingbird, hands clutching a mighty sword! He howls ominously:
"I'm going to fuck you harder than God thought possible, and launch you into deep space!"
Hear that ladies?
Running over the fields, swinging a sharpened screwdriver, cometh Eric Grothaus! And he gives a spectacular scream:
"As sure as predators devour prey, I look forward to hearing the lamentations of thy women!!"