Fussbutton

Convention security! A gutter-mouthy fuss-button is harassing me and my booth-mates!

“[…] there’s old Buttercup in the big meadow, ride at her, Tom, and see her run,” proposed Dan, bent on mischief. “No, you mustn't,” began Demi, who was learning to distrust Dan’s propositions. “Why not, little fuss-button?” demanded Dan.

Maybe I’m just an old fuss button. For undoubtedly thousands of Americans unquestioningly accept and down this insipid beverage and as far as I know there’s never been any petition presented at Washington in protest.