I don't give a flying fir cone what clarm means!!!!!

OK. I don't give a fir cone about the little soft bunny wabbits and the dear little puddy tats.

HAPPY NOW?!?!?

Testy? Not a bit of it!

DEVIL!

I'll show you testy, Rat, you keep this up......exits muttering darkly.....

I don't give a fir cone about rats and mice (not even the kangaroo kind). I put four boxes of poison in an apartment attic today.

I don't give flying fir cones, I ask that they be paid for in hard cash. All that flight training takes time, you know. And nets in case of crash landings during training. Plus pine nuts are expensive now and that's the only thing those cones will eat.

Jeez - there's a lot of this "spawn of Satan" crap around today!

Oh dear.

I understand, but oh dear.

We do not pay any attention to the spawn of satan who libels innocent puddy tats.