Yeah, the thing that makes you stick to the ground. [jabs his finger at him] It's a law!

[Half of that is leprechaun gibberish, but Blake picks out the gist.]

Nobody just grows horns out of their head.

[Good, at least somebody's doing what Blake says for once.]

[He's happy about that for about two seconds.]

[He throws his arm up in front of his face] Jesus Christ!

[When the wind dies down and he looks, it looks like the place has been swept through by a hurricane.]

What the hell did you do?!