Aw, just hit him with a peanut.

Language is a funny thing.

I was sitting here, minding my own business, carefully avoiding eye contact with the growing to-do list on my wall, then the phone began to ring in the other room. Begrudgingly, I sat up and began to walk down the hall to answer it, to find my mother's de facto boyfriend had answered.

"Yes?" There was a pause as the other man spoke on the other end of the phone."... I see, did you catch another gremlin? ... He got away? Grab a martini! Aw, just hit him with a peanut."

I later found out he was talking in African.