. . .

Oh, nothing

All right, a bit more.

Fleming Ayniss.

Torrential downpour.

Quirt and quiver.

Flirt and fliver.

Economic downpouring of futuristic echidnas. Salvation.

Permutation.

Castration.

Emancipation.

Ouch.

I think the green flowing through the grass will understand when I tell it to varnish the lawn.

It misunderstood. The instant I told it to get to work, it vanished.

One little letter.

One eentsy weentsy teeny tiny itty bitty widdwe wettew.

Aw. Isn't that sweet.

He's wisping.

Weww, It isn't quite wisping. It's mowe of an Ewmew Fuddish type wettew switch. Simpwy wepwacing the wettews "w" and "w" with the wettew "w".

I just want to point out that I came within inches of losing my job a few minutes ago. Unfortunately, I need the money. Otherwise, I would have gladly left.

Harrumph.

Still.

Happy now?