I daresay that - if one were so inclined - it would not be necessary to try to make a fool out of a whelp such as yourself. By Dagon's stinking loincloth...

[ He's clearly about to launch into a mumbled rant about how irritating other people are, where they should go and cram themselves, and what he wouldn't give for a bit of solitude and a strong cup of canis root tea when that last question finally sinks into his withered old brain. ]

...I do trust you don't mean to imply I was the one laughing. I haven't laughed since the third era.