Status Updates From Titus Groan

Nannie Slagg is so interesting to me

O triumphant string of syllables -- '... as he lay slanting steeply on the slates...' -- we would all be lucky to synthesize as such, similarly.

Their faces, identical to the point of indecency, were quite expressionless, as though they were the preliminary lay-outs for faces and were waiting for sentience to be injected.