I see, you've been to IC and now you want an Icee. I'd get one for you, but the only place that sells them around here is a certain biker bar and you don't want anything from that place including the food and drink.
The IC struck a nerve, huh? They like to do that. My IC drops these little hints that I start thinking about after the session is over. Then it hits me, "Aw sh*t, I'm being a wuss - again!" She's wonderful.
