You heard right, many of us refer to that as them going to "DEFCON ONE."
Or, in other words, curling up in the fetal position around a bottle of MD 20/20 on the floor, whimpering and whining about how, "it's unfair, it's unfair, it's so damned unfair!!!eleventyone!!111!
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The only time of the year more joy filled, is Fitzmas morn. (or is that M*O*U*R*N...)