ta mère! or, euh, YOUR MOM.

fighting words, my dear robert. i must inform you of some things:

1. there is a reason nobody reads your petty little novel: you never finished it!
2. i am french, and therefore superior.
3. when given a choice, nobody will pick a hairless herr over a mustachioed monsieur.

ahahhahaha! WHO ELSE DARES TO QUESTION MOI? nobody? i thought not. should you need me, i shall be in the salon, eating watercress sandwiches and watching "sex and the city."