And these three men, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, fell down bound into the midst of the burning fiery furnace.

“Oh, ishkabibble,” I replied gaily. As if I cared!

Through sheer determination, we managed to escape from the tornado.

I toy with shouting some tidbit more – some terrifying, unthinkable threat, some blackly fuliginous riddling hex – but my heart's not in it.