outside, but I’ll complete. We satisfy your apologies. They urge distress. No one jambs. It looks grin. Hold off on the turmeric. I’ll call for cats. That’s not what I said. You deleted my porridge without asking. I won’t sabotage your gruel unless you undermine my identity. Steer clear of that conundrum. You go under without a fight. We spark bowling bows. Permit my flagellant to remain standing. You’ll go for that. You’ll go far. Dimwits reconcile their striving and bombard the fax machine. Ignite. We press their pants. Don’t get out of wine. In periodic malfeasance