First you taunt me in my sensitive gall bladder bereavement period and now this! There's a special pit in Hell waiting for you, Patrick, and it's full of JELLY!
Dream on. When the jelly hits, and all I can see outside my portholes is green slime, and me and the girls are furiously working on repopulating the universe (my sacred duty to eternity, you know) I'll think of you and the gang. But not too often.