I love how a nerdy, wimpy man, named Attila The Hun, arrives at police station, for the crimes of looting, pillaging, and raping. I object to how funny the sketch is, and how it ends with a letter objecing to the sketch earlier.

"This was, in fact, an Alexander The Great-alizer!"

Attila, my great grandfather to the 65th degree, was not really a bad sort. He came from a broken home, and he had a bad step-mother. He was abused by an older sister and forced to do the dishes every night--humiliating for a young hun. When he went to school he was stuck into special education. He was promoted along and really didn't learn much. He was always on detention and had to clap erasers after school. This gave him a bad case of chalky lung, a form of silicosis, and this soured his disposition completely. About the only courses he liked in school were City Sacking and Massacre. He joined the Young Hun Scouts and was taunted and bullied by his elder scout-mates. To make matters worse, he was diagnosed with ADHD and put on fermented mare's milk, an early form of Ritalin. He was never given the right sized horse to ride, and his tender bottom was always chaffed and chapped. His father forced him to work after school, and his resentment built up. He had trouble with the chores around the yurt. He was totally misunderstood, and do you wonder why he exibited a lack of social graces later in his life?