[Wow, he really can hear the agitated arm flailing, this is great! This rant is great, Peter would have interjected were he not immobile with laughter, his sides aching, trying desperately to cover his face with a pillow so nobody can hear his laughter.

But then--

--GASP. He drops the pillow.

This is serious business.]

Flynn? You did not just say...it, did you?