You know how to deal with insolent hunchbacks like him.

"Oh yeah!? Well so's your old man, Cletus!"

Cletus stops dead in his tracks. He slowly turns and gives you an incredulous look. Just as you thought: looks like no one ever thought to give this smart-mouth dingus a taste of his own medicine. You fold your arms and give him a sly look that says "oh yeah, I went there." Cletus stammers out a response:

"You... you just... TAKE THAT BACK!!"

"Oh, good one," you chuckle, "learn that from your old man, too?"

"I'm telling you, stop that. He doesn't like being called old!"

You decide that the hunchback has been sufficiently burned. Time to finish him off. You start putting together a long insult that begins with calling his old man a dirty name, moves on to address his poor personal hygiene, and finally ends with a slam against his choice in women. Halfway into Act One of your brilliant remark, you hear a faint "click" come from the vicinity of Cletus.

"Oh, now you've done it."

The sudden appearance of an old man out of your cousin's hump derails your train of thought. You struggle to come up with your next insult, but the old man cuts out off.

"What's that? You callin' me an old man, sonny!? Well maybe you oughta be taught a lesson in manners!!"

The old man leaps out of the hunchback hidey hole and assaults you with a heretofore unseen walking cane. You try your best to shield your head, but the old man is relentless. Once he has you in a daze, he delivers the coup de grace: a running hunchback hump to the head. You're dead before you hit the ground.

I'VE GOT A "HUNCH" THAT STARTING OVER IS IN YOUR FUTURE!!!