You're doing something wrong if you feel like a half-devoured zombie covered in icing with a bladder the size of a water balloon and you didn't have one hell of a time the night before. It just doesn't add up.

This balance will not be broken, however. That would be the end of one of the two options, and I already know which one will be shipped off the island if it comes to that.

Le sigh.
Savour the flavour.
Happy Belated Birthday Dear Country.