Why do you keep addressing me as if I'm some sort of spokesperson for the reality of magic?
You can't needle me into a defensive posture on the subject. I just don't care.

Dave, I’m afraid I can’t think of how else to put this. My
patience has already been run thin by the frankly disgusting amount of
chicken noodle soup my mother has in storage. I shall put it as simply
as possible for you. Stop being an ass and bring me food.

Anyway, I'm ready to blow my Referee's Sport Whistle™ if you don't answer before the Commercially Endorsed Game Clock expires.