Drop the Boxer, and just get right in those shorts.
I'm reminded of the ol' town drunk, who wouldn't leave the tavern after the bartender had repeatedly warned him, "you've had too much, you're done". As the lush finally wobbled to the door, he'd sweep his arm back towards the crowd inside and bellow, "I'M DONE! I'VE HAD TOO MUCH", and then stumble on out into the night.
