Oh, before I go, I meant to give you all a treat for dessert to help get the gamey troll buttocks aftertaste out of your mouths.

[distributes little mincemeat pies made out of the less appealing organs of wingbats and moon-nuts]

[wild applause, shouts of “re-elect Cato for consul”, lictors appear to calm the crowds as Cato exits, grinning broadly]