How are we going to win this war while some of us are desperately clutching at Q's pant leg craving reassurance every time the mockingbirds crow "we've got Orange Man this time!"? Are you toddlers fresh weened off the tit and need your hands held on the way to the public rest room because it's scary?
Grow some balls you hand-wringing faggots.
Here's hoping Meat Head is next.