RX: "We're coming down to the wire! It's the final debate tonight and the score is tied at one-all. Tensions are high, and I wouldn't be surprised if someone gets their nose bitten off..."
Me: "You know, I'd vote for the one that did that."
RX: "What, the biter or the bite-ee?"
Me: "The guy who bit his opponent's nose off and then raised his fist in the air and howled at the moon with the blood of his foe running down his cheeks. #%$@ it, we need a warlord for the Apocalypse."
RX: "That'd make a good campaign slogan. You think Mourdock'd use it?"
(Any bets on how long it takes for the humorless lecture on the Non-Aggression Principle to show up in comments? Side bets on whether it arrives before or after the finger wagging about how the president isn't a leader and we aren't electing a king and yadda-yadda.)