Nah, don't try, I like beating myself up. When I first entered secondary, I was, for some reason, nicknamed Francis. It didn't stick. My friend, however, was called Hugo, and I, as do others, still call him that. Weird.
I shall deflect the flame right back at you, then I'll gather all the ashes up, and JUMP ON THEM! And then, and then, I'll CARRY ON JUMPING ON THEM! AND I'M GOING TO KEEP JUMPING ON THEM UNTIL I THINK OF SOMETHING MORE UNPLEASANT TO DO TO THEM, OR UNTIL I GET BLISTERS!