Funny you ask. Before Marco Ramius became a bad-*** boat driver for the Commies, he led an all-male revue and basically stripped for a living. He got hammered one night after a show in Marrakesh that I happened to be attending with this model I was dating at the time.
Well Ramius starts rambling to her about how cool he was, that he was a "wizard" in the sack, and that she should leave with him instead of me. We didn't want any trouble and quietly tried to make our way out. I was trying to keep my temper in check because he was obviously drunk and he kept getting louder and more obnoxious.
My girlfriend turned around at the door, and told Ramius that I was a wizard in bed too. He laughed and drunkenly bellowed out in Scottish accent, "
Aye lassie I beet 'is a weezard, Weezard ov Oz meeby." That was the final straw. I beat the **** out of him and left him mumbling "
zard oz zard oz" through what few teeth he had left.