Oh freddled gruntbuggly, / Thy micturations are to me, / As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee. / Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, / And hooptiously drangle me / With crinkly bindlewurdles, / Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts / With my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t!
I think he’s well past that limit, he must be using boot polish to get that level of colour