I wish I could find those stupid bugs that bit me when I was playing with the branch clippers and handsaw last Sunday. I would yell at them.
Stupid bugs. Now I'm probably going to get some obscure, as-yet-unheard-of bug disease. Then I could have a disease named after me. Or the bug. Whichever comes first.
Curse them all. Infidelic pagan scum.

Tuna out.