It's All Over But The Cryin'

::raises an eyebrow and does her best imitation of Mr. Spock::

Was that aimed at me? 'Cause bitch, if that was aimed at me...

::puts on the boxing gloves::

Bring it on!

(You know, I think I said almost exactly that to one of the personal trainers at the gym on my third or fourth day - something along the lines of, "I guess it's a good day, 'cause I haven't killed anyone yet, and I dearly want to. No particular reason, mind you, and you'll do for starters..." He did offer to let me go a few rounds with him in the ring, but then wisely disappeared. Wonder why?)

::hands you a fresh jalapeno pepper::

Suck on this. If it doesn't kill you, it'll make you not want to put anything - anything - in your mouth for at least an hour. Don't make me bring out the habaneros.