Jesus Christ, talk about making mountains out of molehills, Nick.
It's not like he wasn't making mountains, as well. At the very least, he called me a twat. But I guess he gets a pass because my comment is moot. No matter. You're the captain of this ship and I defer to your authority and wisdom, Hicks.
It all reminds me of Hamlet and Laertes fighting in Ophelia's grave. Both are players with parts in that feud, even if Hamlet tries in that heated moment to one-up his bereaved friend:
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do.
Woo’t weep? Woo’t fight? Woo’t fast? Woo’t tear thyself?
Woo’t drink up eisel, eat a crocodile?
I’ll do ’t. Dost thou come here to whine,
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her?—and so will I.
And if thou prate of mountains let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I’ll rant as well as thou (Shakespeare 5.1.252-264).