Oh Joy, I'm on the brink of becoming a barbarian
The Uncouth Comrade
Like Boss Hogg in a chicken drumstick store, you're only a short step away from plunging over the edge of that giant cliff called society. Sure, you brush your teeth, wash behind your ears and make polite conversation with others, but the instinct of the barbarian is bubbling under the surface of your public persona. Keep it up and the Mongols would be proud to call you one of their own.