Upon the dark plains of the Escapist, Rolling Thunder stood, Bidenhander in hand, and gazed upon the troll. Reason, here, would serve him no more - all that was left was the ancient, visceral tradition, engraved upon the very surface of an Escapist veteran. The art of the trollslayer.
And so, with a mighty cry, he did strike the troll hoopyfrood with his Bidenhander, yelling his warcry to the heavens.
"Have at thee, foul troll! And that too, you pedant, you fool! Did you think that your prescence would be tolerated any longer? Hah! I mock you and your kind, and, eterne, condemn you to damnation! Your logic is flawed, your arguments as pitiable and inelegant as your monstrous form! Simply because you are incapable of finding a woman attracted to you does not make your argument valid!"
(Labyrinth - I must say that things must be very different in Australia, because here, most intelligent men would rather they maintained a long-term relationship than simply screwed and left. Yes, we do get our hopes up, but the majority of us can understand the difference between 'hopes' and 'expects'.)