"Yo, verily, he hath traded many oxen for to slobber on the slice of the wifebeing of his neighbor who has hots for newly traded oxen, he may well, be consigned to the begat of the brother of the oxman, who, rebuffed by the beast, came into his hat, and in great shame, tossed it into the fires wherin he could be rebuffed without shame all the while the slobberer be offering his cow-tongue at the tabernacle of the holiest of holies, and he shall feel no shame from wigglist of wiggles, and pluck away his crop of ashes hauled, and he shall slick-cleave the cleave of cleaves, and divide it asunder, to reveal the last button on the coat of many colors, and off it with a bad abandon, and offer it as a bee-tongue buzzed, yowling, receeding hairlinine yanking fit of God KNOWS sacrifice to the unto-oughto, nay, a sweet savour to the lord, who yah, cooked up the whole temptation his ownself. And has nobody but hisself to blame for making it so tempting."