Melvin spends most evenings dressed up as Elmer Fudd while he sits on his porch, shooting at varmints. He never manages to kill any.
We have nothing to fear but fear itself. Apart from pain. And maybe humiliation and obviously death. And failure. But apart from fear, pain and humiliation, failure and the unknown and death we have nothing to fear but fear itself. Who’s with me? -Arnold J. Rimmer