Point me in the direction of an Austrian child, and then I'll apologize!

[ He won't (he'd probably teach them the benefits of colorful insults), but that's not important. What's important is dragging himself out of the pool, which he manages with Some Difficulty— long limbs bogged down by layers of fabric, Mozart looks like a black-and-purple swamp monster. ]

I'd think you're the one that owes me an apology! [ Petty Dot Com ]