In addition to the meat version of mince pies, I also meant the Christmas version:
Alcohol and Calculus don't mix. Never Drink and Derive.
I am Othko, the master of the 23 techniques of death, murder of the 8 popes, victor of the never ending war, he who fell from the highest of places, second of his cloning, most noble swords-bearer, Ninety-Seventh of His Name, Lord of That Bit Between High Places and Low Places Through Which One Falls In Transit Between them! Apparently, at any rate.