Their thuggish manner made continuing negotiations very difficult.

“Are you making fun of my boots?” She was flirting now, or at least trying to flirt. Her friends back home said her technique was so subtle, boys could never tell if she was flirting or not. / “Far be it from me to insult a lady’s Wellies,” Pather replied sarcastically.

But ye are ſo full of vertibilite, And of frenetyke folabilite, And of melancoly mutabilite, That ye would coarte and enforce me Nothing to write, but hay the gy of thre, And I to ſuffre you lewdly to ly Of me with your language full of vilany!

Since then she has created a variety of multireel stories she calls Vladmasters, which she sells and presents in public performances.