The sound of the arrows was bzzzt, bzzzt, like the buzzing of flies. I know of no more maddening noise than the singing of arrows past the ear.

She said she couldn't wiggle when she had the doorknob in her asshole.

As such, his pamphlet is unlikely to appeal either to serious draconologists and cryptozoologists, or to newcomers to the field, who would probably be better served by any of the many book-length cryptozoological tours available.

[…] the director's vision has devolved from cod Orwell to riffing off bad girl art comic books and generally feeble posing.