my big point of pragmatic debate was always assassinate or pie to the face (which will accomplish what we need??), and then i saw a picture of him on gawker with two dogs he'd painted (poodles or something (gross)), and he was smiling like a big boy who'd done it all on his own, zipped up his fly and flushed the toilet and turned around with his hands in the sink, "oh you caught me off guard in my shiningest moment", and i wanted to hug him because it might be ok.