“There are some pretty lame displays among all this dweebery,” Robbie said. Anna leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Did he just say 'dweebery'?” “Just go with it,” I mumbled back.

[W]hatsoever as the Son of God He may do, it is kindly for Him, as the Son of Man, to save the sons of men.

My back is made of whalebone And my cock is made of brass

Smith finished the race a lap behind the others.