"What are you doing?" Colin folded his arms on the table and then put his head down.
"Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it to 'God hates Baguettes.' It's tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes."
"J'aime les baguettes," Colin muttered.
"You aime lots of stupid crap."
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