On meeting Hoon, talk directly at his arse...
"What do you think you are you doing?"
"Sorry, Buff. Since so much **** comes out of all your primary orifices, I'm just trying to work which particular one you also use for conversation...."
A true tale:
Buff came bounding onto one of HM's Vickers FunBus a/c. Sprawled comfortably in the nav seat with feet up on the jump seat is one splendidly independent-of-spirit navigator. Not quite a social hand grenade, but fairly unimpressed by pomposity and equally contemptuous of pretence. You know the type...
Buff, expecting fawning sycophancy, is somewhat taken aback. He glares at the Nav and says "Well, don't make any effort..."
"I won't then", says the Nav.
Buff turns on his heel and disappears into the back.
"Who the f*** was that?" asks our hero.