Oh, no! If Ernest Scared Stupid frightened me (love that movie) then I can't handle Hannibal Lecter. Right now I'm watching Falling Skies (and coughing) and saving Middle Earth on my PS3 (and coughing) and thinking there is nothing sexier than a congested (and coughing) panda. My nose is so bright red that I could lead Santa's sleigh. Except while Santa lubed himself up from his economy jug of Astroglide in preparation to slide down the chimney, Gay Pandeer would stand about on the rooftop coughing and hacking and waking up the children within the house. And Santa only delivers to the homes of sleeping children, so I guess that we can just fly off with the gifts undelivered and sell them on eBay.