Abe Ider, fully cognizant of the exasperated indifference of the bulk of his audience, eagerly assumed the ostentatious grandeur of a ponderous lecturer. “On the minnow scales of uncertain corpuscles, there are no definite skates or even sports in thyme or spice until you peer in close and spook.”

“If you need to peer in this house, Care prefers you use the pisser over in there.”

From its corner, the girl grabbed her skateboard. “I wanna go again before it might rain or something.”

“Contrariwise, on the mackerel’s scales, it’s just the perverse.”