I was sitting on the sofa and felt a prickle go up my spine. A disturbance in
the air whispered in a low, evil voice, "Smurfs...". I went and tried to
download my mail, which AOL gave me all of five pieces of before it rebeled,
again, and there, as I purused, was the word.

Smurfs.

Smurfs. I hates Smurfs.
Hate them little Smurfies-
Smurfies what's I love to eats-
Bites they little heads off-
Nibble on they tiny feets-

No Smurfs, please...