“Oh, ishkabibble,” I replied gaily. As if I cared!

I toy with shouting some tidbit more – some terrifying, unthinkable threat, some blackly fuliginous riddling hex – but my heart's not in it.

And these three men, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, fell down bound into the midst of the burning fiery furnace.

Through sheer determination, we managed to escape from the tornado.