Me-pleasingly. Economical and sinewed, reminding me of those skinny guys with taut skin and oversized veins–usually a jutting, global butt, too, of scientifically symetrical proportions–and a red Izod shirt that they may or may not remove when they huff out those 40 pull-ups (but, if there’s any consolation, without quite lifting and lowering in the full vertical range that a proper pull-up must have to be counted toward the sixth-grade Presidential Fitness award, ahem, but that’s taking me too competitive a direction)–it’s the unefforted penetration of the victim coinciding with a steady maintainence of a light heart and heartedness.

Witful anger is a more wallopful bother because it keeps control and lays demonstratively bare a weakling affrontage or a figure-favoring body armor shining with a just-freshened mist of buttery non-stick spray.

To what Google Base uses may we return, Horatio!