I have challenged Crusher Joe to a duel.
The aforementioned insulted my sensibilities by having a better chair than me.

As I couldn't immediately locate a glove, I slapped him with a weasel, which is not only mildly humorous (provided you're not the weasel) but WAY more insulting and smelly.

We will fight at sundown (well, some sundown in the near future) following the Southern U.S. Code of Conduct. I've chosen a fight to first "ow."

Our weapons will be laser-sighted nerf guns.

Ringo Star will serve as my second, and Joe hasn't chosen one.

The results will be posted...

*no weasels were harmed in the completion of this task. and he's technically a ferret. but weasel's more fun to say.

CJ here -- I think I'm going to have to get HK to re-slap me with that weasel...when I was accosted in such a...weasley...manner -- and photographed at the same time! -- she managed to catch me with my eyes closed...and looking...eeesh. (She won't do it, though, it was challenge enough for her to coordinate the weasel-slapping and the picture-taking the first time. Plus, there is the whole "spontaneous" thing...eh, anyway, yes, I look like a king-sized doofus and there's nothing I can do about it. Oh well...)