What???!!!!! Zut Alors! You are going to now insult ma mere? That is the last straw you american pigdog! I demand satisfaction! We shall meet at dawn tomorrow on the west lawn of my estate to duel to the death. Pistols or Sabres monsiuer, the choice is yours. I send Jeeves by with the limosine an hour prior. If you wish instead to beg for mercy I may let you escape with a slap on the cheek from my velvet glove.