Okay, now I definitely need therapy. At the same time the beard was doing its whackadoodle thing, lightening struck a tree outside my house. I may have dropped my contents. If you need me I'll be under the bed, curled in the fetal position, singing shape note hymns.
That happened here, too, RGR!
I'm glad he didn't show what his mohawk can do!
Isn't he the one always shouting "This is Sparta!!!"?