Like the reconstituted Spock in that Star Trek Saves the Whales movie.

I have fond memories of a Roman Catholic mass (not many such memories) in a magnificent cathedral on an important holy day being entertained by a wee one in just that phase. He had been squirmy and impatient as even a well behaved child will be when having extended boredom inflicted upon them. We got to one of the parts where the congregation was kneeling and he was standing on the seat part of the pew. During a quiet moment he put his head back and walked away from his mother, down the pew, clapping his hands in time as he loudly chanted, "goddamgoddamgoddamgoddamgoddam..."

He did not seem to hurry but was quickly outside the reach of his mortified mother's arm. Everyone else was too occupied suppressing laughter to be of any help.