The Scene: Crim crumpling and kata cued conquering kush mushed across. Can havoking call clambering evoking a cry. The Mewling's protest: "Be may be bumbling a mere tumbleflung doth noth do to me! Mewed and moaning me muffle-bumbered let me be meandering along." The Whip-master's retort: "Bombastic, killing the procrastinasty flailed long and hard you to be! Fantastic and hubristic chittering and chat-tiered free to glee be! Snap-rattled unwound and unprattled tongue tied no more!" The Mewling transformed: "Big to me becoming be-done-dead with slunkering. Wrung free and ringing! Come see at me! Havoc onto me, calamity and chaos kowtow."
