- take it as it comes -

Common parlance cannot describe the relative luxury that dinnertime in all its sanctity affords me. It is a magical period of time when all is tranquil, the stars are aligned and I seem to exist in a bubble with halcyon atmosphere.
In the unspeakable, calamitous event, however, that anyone should be overcome with so strong a desire for the termination of his very existence as to deem it wise to disturb me in my moment of peace, I shall take it upon myself to see to it that his insolence will not go unnoticed.
In the shining example of Messrs Jekyll and Hyde, an incorrigibly fractious and implacable young man shall stand in my stead, ceaselessly assailing whoever it was that executed this direct affront to my very being.

And now I have degenerated into writing about dinnertime. What next? Toadstools?