Bill, I say this will all possible hetero-love, admiration, and respect:
You have crossed a line that neither Lovin' nor myself are comfortable with.
Con-fcuk-ulations, and damn you. Damn you very much.
If you were standing in front of me, I would slap you.
Hard.
Then hug you.
...
Because that is exactly the line I love to cross.
But still.
I feel icky.