 Mr. Gallop, I want you to know that I do not have 12 toes. Then how come when you were a baby, your mother used to run out of breath playing This Little Piggy Went to Market? Mr. Gallop, please, that's not... She always wound up with two extra little piggies crying wee, wee, wee all the way home. Now, this is too much. Once and for all, I'm going to publicly prove that I do not have six toes on each foot.