You needn't apologize for anything my friend, except for not inviting me over for a Missisiisisipppissppi catfish dinner that my illegal alien manservant would have the opportunity of testing before-hand.

No offense, but I got to watch my six around this place. And I know you to be the calibre of individual to employ the direct method by offering me my choice of weepins at 10 paces. Ok, rotten mackeral...hope your pitching arms as good as mine!