I hear that Icelandic cuisine is a WMD.
Speak for yourself. Confession: it might be when I eat it.
As for Zack, he gets the enjoyment of lashing out.
Watch yourself, Zack. Next time I'm stuck in traffic, I'm going to get myself on boil. Then I'm coming in here and paying you back for all you've done to me. Then I'm getting on the red phone with the launch codes. I'll be about 5/8 chubby just thinking about it.
THat Iran/Iceland deal was violated even before the squid ink was dry. You know it, I know it, and the American people know it.
What about Quemoy Matsu? What about the Hawaiian separatists? Didja think about them when you were cutting me off in your Infiniti?
Don't wait for the translation, Mr. Ambassador.