The creature didn’t seem to acknowledge the blows. Instead, Jaggeresque lips, now drooling a slick strand of gray fluid, worked along Farrengalli’s thigh.
And why has no one in the [rail] industry advocated for a universal requirement for face covering (even if it's just a scarf or old tea towel), …
I will only recall to you the words of the archleaders themselves of the great conspiracy, to show that they well knew they were plotting treason against the fairest and best government on the face of the earth, and that, in spite of all their assertions to the contrary, they stand convicted, from out of their own mouths, of a parricidal determination to subvert that government, in order to serve their own selfish ends.
