I guess it had to be done then, there's no way these days.

i fully support this.

So that's the story of the time I was at the Hippodrome boxing with a kanagroo, and if you ask me if I learned anything from the experience, I'll say yes: never box with a kangaroo.

(roll end credits; cue clarinet-heavy jazz instrumental)

Now i get that Simpsons joke.

What it wants to do is hop on you and grab on to your shoulders with its forelegs and then climb up your thorax with its dirty hind claws for a few seconds. Then hop away.