Yes..you would mess with my black arts. The only thing that saves me is you can't remember what you were going to mess with in the first place.
The last day you were innocent was the day your mother put you in training pants. Hey, ol' boy, you're almost of an age to go back into them again. Of course that all "Depends". Where are my froggie and newt?
Cut my hat all you dare, but don't forget I have a magic pair of scissors and a reasonably nice sewing machine and tons of magic fabric at the ready.
Sighhhhh....I sometimes feel so bad for mere mortals.
You win gran -- you have newts and froggies to argue your case. Whereas, I only have the truf and righteousness on my side.
Do do I gran.