Amorous Trifler, that spendeth[…]his Afternoones in discourse with Paint, or Lust, tributing most precious Minutes, to the Scepter of a Fanne.

She took a ray of light from the moon, the lamp which stands on her adorning table, and fashioned it into a bright dagger. She hilted it with the turquoise of the morning sky, with some of the stars in it for better grip, and gave it to Gulsera, whispering in her ear.

And punishing the ones who were responsible for think-tanking, creating and unleashing this horrible monster, murdering biological warfare on the people, while being faithfully, willingly and ready to die in accomplishing their conquest against these evil-doers.

Within the memory of many an old bananaphile are the days of loss-leader sales in chain stores of bananas, three pounds for a dime.