Why am I expecting RiRi to jump out of a tree hollow with jazz hands flailing while cackling “Ehehehehe! Ehehehehehe! Eheheheeeee!” Girl, just dip your head in a bowl of Manic Panic (Shade: Pat Field) and finish the transformation into Woody Woodpecker already! Woody doesn’t play, so he may sue your ass for copyright infringement, but hotness costs.
And RiRi is stronger than me, because my no-no would be slobbering all over that piping hot cup of sessiness in the background.