“Please tell Mister Scrooge that Mister Marley is not expected to make it through the night. So he’d better take his leave of Mister Marley before there’s no Mister Marley to take his leave of, as we know it.” You have to say it like you’re Michael Palin in drag.
Sometimes I feel this way when every store has bell ringers outside knowing full well that most of the money goes to the "obamaphone" man-chick types or the pedicured and coiffed "it's free, swipe yo' EBT" types! I feel like saying "I thought OBAMA was going to take care of it all?" Just call me "Scrooge!"