Wiping her face in the remnants of that of her 'husband', Imogen paints with antic grimness a post-coital tableau of bloody dehymenization.

Yes, said Slartibartfast, staggeringly dull. Bewilderingly so.

Back in school, you ever get busted for trynna walk and have some administrator tell you / Son, you can shirk your obligations, / and try to be different from your peers, / but responsibility, your future / is gonna find you!

A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him.