In the late 1900's (really, really late), deep in the belly of old London Town, a roguish gentleman by the name of Mr. Austin Clayton shared abode with the little known Self Conscious Extrovert. Although the S.C.E. adored Austin, she was repeatedly "irked" by his bad habit of using up her butter, as well as adorning it with multitudinous toast crumbs in the process. In her enraged Scottish bluntness, the S.C.E. scribed a message of deterrent, thus hoping his actions would cease. Of course, they did not and from then, henceforth, any yellow brick of the dairy persuasion found in the fridge was referred to by all as the "F*** off butter".