What I'm implying is simple, Nudger. I'm implying that you are Lord Zarkkod of Tranzor VII, a sparcely inhabited militaristic planet in another dimension that lies and cheats and steals from Pennsylvania girl scouts in a noble yet nefarious yet misguided yet kinda funny attempt to bring Gilmore girls back to the airwaves. I'm  implying that you like long walks on the beach and chocolate truffles. I'm implying that you're not a morning person, and that you use kittens as kinetic energy to power your artificial leg. I'm implying that you like pancakes and will use any opportunity given to you to further their cause. I'm implying that your favorite color in purple, you hate sunlight, you love country-western music, and that you'd probably give King Arthur a wedgie if you could go back in time and do it. I'm implying that you are a menace to society, I'm implying that your face is funny-looking, and I'm implying that you are the original Mona Lisa.

THAT'S what I'm implying, Nudger.