I am eternally yours, hon, but the one thing I draw the line at is referring to myself as Barrels Mah Barrels. I feel like every time I walked into a room I'd have to explain it, and on each successive occasion the explanation would grow more painful and embarassing, until one day they discover me at the bottom of a well with a stake of iron through my heart. Then I'd be Barrels, Yah Dead Barrels, who is probably even less good at replying than the shuffling creature you see before you.
And YES OBVIOUSLY I HAVE SEEN IT, it is amazing and if you say ONE WORD against ANY of it I shall PSYDUCK YOU RIGHT UP, so I will. IN GRATUITIOUS CAPS. :P