Not my primary concern that the Mayflower Man doesn't like my farmin' n' 'rasslin contributions, n' I reckon he fully realizes, by now, they ain't going nowhere.
We have, of course, simmered down the critter talk fer ev'ryone's sanity, however.
Sorry about yer comin' hot spell up there, WMC. I've got one o' the smallest violins you've ever seen playin' a somber song in the background fer you n' yer feller Yankees. Sounds like yer in store fer a typical June 'round here.
Now, what's this latest scuttlebutt? Someone callin' fer the demise o' the Linguistics Czar, the Petite Blonde Intern, The Listener Lodge, n' The Vermont Boudoir?
I ain't got nothin' to do with that. I stand firmly with my feller heel n' compadre, his short-statured n' ridiculously gorgeous, light-haired assistant, n' their combined abilities to faithfully execute the duties o' The Linguistics Department wing o' WMC's made-up PowerWorld.