Manowrimo?

This one time, when I got drunk at band camp...

Apparently his name is mud...

I hereby declare that earth is the satellite of the moon. (Come at me bro.)

I call horseapples.

Sadly, the dreyfusfish's efforts to attract a mate... had the opposite result.

It's ginger beer time! *pop* *ppsshhhhhhh!!* *tormented screams*

IT IS TEH MORONITH! I CAN HAZ CAPS!

*throws fireball level 4 at figure wearing asbestos outfit*

You had me going there. Took me a second read to realize I was being taken for a ride in the first paragraph. :-)

Bingo. You nailed it. Dressing up was not the core issue. The signs, and the stereotypes they represent, those were where the train went horribly off the rails.