I hope I don't get a roundhouse kick from Chuck Norris.
I feel like I'm going to HURL. Which, even if I wanted to do, I couldn't do, because I haven't eaten. I can't even drag myself out of my room. And while I'd be able to muster the strength to roundhouse Fang until he begged for MERCY, I'de be mush around an Eraser.
There are few problems in this world that cannot be solved by a swift roundhouse kick to the face. In fact, there are none.