Look, strange women lying on their backs in ponds handing out swords ... that's no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Wait. Wait ... tell me, what also floats on water?
Bread? No, no, no. Apples .... gravy ... very small rocks ...
I don't want to talk to you, no more, you empty-headed animal, food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
If you can keep up don't step up. You'll only die.