“I can't **** in anger!” Proclaimed the beautiful beauty queen whom I'd made angry.

“I didn't mean it! My God, I swear to all things holy I didn't mean it!” I confessed.

“Really?” She asked. “You're not just saying that?”

“I'm absolutely on the level,” I assured her with a sincere sincerity that was so Biblically pious, in its piety, that it scared me.