I know when you finally decided to come to Lincoln to enlighten us with your wit and charm you will inquire about me. I will gladly meet you, shake your hand, laugh at your jokes. I can't deny that you're a funny guy. However, when you fall to your knees and beg to be my devoted butler, commenting on my whit, charm, hair, and ignoring that I've put off waxing my eyebrows (again) I will have to say, "Nay, Jim.....nay!"
You will undoubtedly throw yourself to the ground sobbing and wailing, "Why dear Seesaw, why?!?"
I will remind you of this:
Don't mess with my hobby pal!