Your cry sounds like that of a deranged Neo Anderthal Sasquatch who
could implode with internal rage at any moment! You launch the table
upside down and un-eaten spaghetti plates and pasta sauces fly 30 feet
in every direction, covering Jackie Kennedy in marinara, pesto, and
clam sauce from head to toe, whereupon two plates shattered against
her trend setting hairdo, and she crashed head first into the
maitre-d, and he toppled onto the rich dessert tray, both of them
consequently being covered in chocolate mousse and custards of all
kinds.