I'm not calling you an idiot because magic doesn't make sense. I'm calling you an idiot because I'm not sure if I will die to a refrigerator falling on my head or not, and that's your fault.

[To punctuate the point there's a couple of ears of corn rolling over there.

...funny, they don't seem to be moving just because of gravity or momentum...it's almost as if something's moving them around. Something porcine, with tusks.]