Two further questions present themselves:
"Aww, why don't you have the moo-oo-ooney? Got yourself in tro-oo-oble. Widdle baby. Baby baby baby."
(An answer would be simple, but the interaction "does not really permit".)
Or
"So... like... um... why am I being asked to care? Because I am, like, something you don't want to tangle with, bro."
Well, f'rinstance, how *many* Pulitzer prizes would a person have to win for you to be slightly impressed?
(For most normal Americans the answer is "Nonzero?" but Portland hustles longer as well as softer, guys.)
"Jeff Rubard"