[ Noted, then. Clarification, as they say, is key. His mouth pulls a bit to one side for hearing it, but he asked for a reason. He has a better picture of the boundaries this way, he guesses. ]

It's an amalgamation. A Frankenstein's monster of irks and undesirables based around my own personal preferences and distastes, that me being myself might believably be able to pretend to punch. [ Because these are always things to take into account. ] Ten percent Firefly's cancellation, fifteen percent Cougar Town's move to mid-season, twenty percent M. Night Shyamalan's 'The Last Airbender,' ten percent AC repair annex before Troy became their messiah, five percent analog clocks, five percent Evil Abed, five percent Professor Duncan as an evil claymation Christmas warlock, five percent the manager at Señor Kevin's who said Die Hard was bad, and... twenty-five percent left over for bad prequels and-or sequels. [ Perfect in a pinch. He dislikes all of those things. He'd believe in his ability to fake punch them. ]

I'll fine-tune it more when I have more time.