What, me?
No, I insist that there must be at least one or two others who rank above me. I sit at a respectable seven, and I’m happy to remain there.
Unless of course you mean that other guy with the monkeys? I don’t remember exactly who he was, but I don’t think we’ve missed him since he’s been gone, whoever he was.
You do realize you’ve just made it easy for me to pinpoint your location, right? In the interest of not disturbing the timestream I’ve only sent back a token of my abilities. Yeah, that flaming bag of monkey shit on your doorstep was mine. It probably didn’t have a virus specifically engineered for your DNA and chronological fingerprint. Probably.
Oh, puleese! D’ya know how many DR PoopiePants I’ve known? It’s so common, it’s not worth mentioning. You can’t be #3 unless you change your name. There are rules about things.
[sub]fellow Dopers–may I suggest a coup de’tat? Scaldy and Ms Tigger are busy duking it out over in Austria. We could do a major power grab right now! Sshh–no one will ever know…[/sub]
Ah, no doubt you refer to my illustrious Uncle, Dr. Percy Poopiepants the prominent parapsychologist from Pittsburgh, or perhaps my dad, Poppy Poopiepants, Poughkeepsie’s premiere proctologist. In any case, I haven’t been a “Mr.” for at least, oh, 3 series 7 BMW’s, 2 trophy wives and a white collar crime indictment, ago—let’s keep it straight, toots.
I think I am the only person who got that reference. The old comedy song about big fat gunfighter, right? A quick Google shows link to different performances of it - here is one where the sound loads when you click on the page: stinalisa.com