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.

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.

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