Seewell Sicknarf de Nom-Said tightened his muffler, parmesaned his feet, stabilised his roost, did something else and then did it again.  His wife Yllik Ynned Esined de Nom-Said frowned because she felt particularly askance at the fœtor of the primæval slime oozing somewhat from the hole-like pores between his toes.

“Quoi va là?” she said.

“¿Quién sabe?” he said.

She * him when he called himself something else as a rhetorical façade.

(published ‘Handshake’ 1998)