When the ocean meets the sea....

How about a extra loud whisper? I don't like making waves, noises, ripples in the sand or farting into the wind.... but you can do whatever you want as long as you stay out of my personnal space (it's somewhere in the upper left corner of your inner third eye - where the little white things float). If you get on my nerves too much, I just may poke you with a golden goose feather that's been ozone soaked in your frontal lobes. Watch out for the mean green jelly beans for I'm locked and loaded (or maybe I should just be locked up period?).