What BC does not realize is that I am much smarter than I look.
You cannot slap on a fake beard and flannel shirt, then just ride in here on a busted ass donkey yelling, 'Yee-haw! Ya'll got any more of that canned meat, eh?' and expect that I would *not* it was you.
For shame, BC. For shame.
P.S. I don't accept Monopoly money, BC - duh.