Conjugate the verb!
Seriously though, I think even Cleese wouldn't find it funny.
The Sinn Fein crew rolled up on Henry Street Garda Station yesterday, ready to tell those cracker po-lice how to do their job.
The knowledge of how to protect our evidently Jakarta-esque slums and their armies of the night lies not with those constitutionally empowered to do so, it seems.
No no, Maurice Quinlivan, Aengus Ó Snodaigh and Tom Collopy are the men to bust those punk criminals a new one.
It is their right under law to meet with Supt Frank O'Brien and make submissions to the city's policing strategy.
Community policing, of course, must come from the ground up.
But one cannot help but think that yesterday was less about the desire to make our streets safer than sounding a few Law and Order jabs in front of the cameras ahead of next year's local and European electoral jingle.
I'm so angry at it all, I'm going to put the Life Of Brian on loop for the next three days.
Where's it going to gestate, in a box?