The only reason I'd let you leave, is to get me a proper beer, now don't you f*cling dare go anywhere, The Pop-Tart Whisperer needs his caped sidekick to keep an eye on him, we've all heard about his shenanigans and it's starting to get out of hand....
We all lose our rags from time to time mate, friends
and family (which you are) look beyond that and never let it ruin a perfectly good thing, which this is....
Now, f*ck off and get me a beer!