*snicker*

I was just reading the New Yorker in the breakroom and had the best time ever saying just four words to various cow-irkers. The words are:

Broadway-version-of-Xanadu...

You should have seen their faces. It was like they were immediately punched in the guts by Bruce Lee. A sort of "Oooooooooogh" in the face, like biting down on a sour grape. Heeheehee!!! Bad Maus, Bad bad Maus for bringing up Xanadu....