Shakey, that was a thing of beauty. A Thing.
However, I have seen epic flounces in DeviantArt, Tumblr fanfic groups, and other forums that have made me cry from laughter. Fake flounces are fun, but real flounces are priceless.
I am always bemused when someone retires in a public huff, then PMs me later for moral support because I was slightly more diplomatic on the open forum. Me. It's like a large dog being handed a piece of beef jerky by a baby. I know I could probably rip them apart, but it's just too easy. And at the height of the flouncer's ire, I know I cannot reach them. I wasn't ready to listen at that stage, either. So I usually end up consoling them when I am really thinking 'Get off my lawn'.