Quaff? Hell no, I'm just going to use my mouse's brass buttocks
to fight my way out of this mess, singing all the while:
"Particle in my chilblain,
"Particle in my chilblain.
"I've got particle
"In my chilblain.
"Particle in my chilblain
"Makes it hard to walk.
"Particle in my chilblain,
"Particle in my chilblain,"
in retrograde inversion, fully clad again, with the maximum number of hard foam dishes.