“Bombakible,” I said with a quarrelgathic grin. “I never thought that you could coragantigin.”
“There’s much you don’t know, my sugumantish friend. I often ganter at the toranavinend.”
“You ganter?!” I tincooed, “How manticous for a kushmanting. I wish that I could gavin such a mamic thing.”
His slupulous stare started me shrumpuling, and his face got setuously close.
“Oh, would you?” he whescously said. “Then, my frumplee, let us meet tonight at the danbunny tree.”
So senell was his smile that I could only nod my head.