From April 15th, 2007 (my how time flies):
It was loud. It was flailing its limbs and shrieking in a hideous display of unmitigated anger. It threw itself towards me, face red with rage.
“I no want the red f**k! I no want the red f**k!!”
Ohhhhhh, you don’t want the red FORK. Which fork did you want?
“I no wanna f**k! I wanna use my hands!”