"Can't you see your insolence has driven me to drinking, boy?"
"It's too late for you now. I will consume you with my patented 'flames of destruction'"
"Gee, Frasier, don't you think it'd help if your 'flames of destruction' had a little longer reach than eight inches?"
Suddenly, the gun misfires.
"The gun didn't misfire, simpleton. Big Poppa Frasier just had to get a lil' nasty and pop a cap in this ho'"
On with the story