Sipping into a vintage leopard skin ankle low dress. Gliding over it a tasteful pair of purple see-thru panties. With other knights of the defloreum, gracefully wielding my angel pitchfork. Set out into the night to lick the onlookers and perform ma** cultivation. Boy would my mother be proud. Oh, how my sisters giggle with splendour. If they could only see how pretty is me Hible-lable, knock-knock Milfred... be a dear and get that for me. Surely you digress? I infest to digest, not impress, but to mess. I must bless, you conquest, Mmm... use finesse? Here's my vest. What's a pest! You take my best, you scabby wretch, applaud it, applaud it. Joy is this, my very own friend. To maul and to mould may a bestir be my wand. And zest this magic vomit.