“Ready my vacuum cleaner and pack eight bottles of chartreuse sunscreen. Henry Potty will rue the day he dared defy me!” Miffie smiled. “Don't worry, Your Rottenness. His series is numbered.”

For the pièce de résistance of the exhibit, Opall has cast a massive sexahedron.

The rotund man had difficulty belting his pants, and generally wore suspenders to avoid the issue.

[…] sometimes the very custom of evil making the heart obdurate against whatsoever instructions to the contrary […]