A Friendly Neighbor: "Hey, how do you feel about mead?"
Me: "I'm against it."
Same Friendly Neighbor: "But...you're a middle ages person, right?"
Me: "That's why you should accept my authority on this matter. Alliterative verse, yes; mead, no."
Yet the Same Friendly Neighbor: "Well, we can't gather around getting drunk on alliterative verse!"
Me: "Perhaps not. But you can gather around and watch me get drunk on alliterative verse."
Still Trying to Be Friendly Neighbor: "I think I'll just get beer."
Me: "Beer goes very well with alliterative verse!"
Neighbor Who Has Now Given Up: "Okay, poetry for you, beer for us. And you need to trim those shrubs."