He looked like someone had put a 9mm full metal jacket round through his left scrotum. He even had his mouth open in some parody of a soundless scream, much as I imagined I would do if someone shot my left knacker off.

He strung the angelot; / Made rhymes thereto; […]

How say you sir? Can you deny all this?

As my nephew has nothing immorigerous or tetrical in his disposition, he indubitably would have gratefully profited of my advice.