{html victory digression: Woo hoo! "Mom" in Hungarian, composed of particles meaning kind, sweet, mother, owned-ness (her being *my* mom), and ownership (the tea being a favorite *of hers*). Klingon ain't got nothing on it, as I discovered, ha ha, on the Star Trek cruise. I am so punny.}

The wombless bat crashes into the Ivorian dancer, knocking him off his stilts and into the barrel of smoothies. That should take the edge off! cackles the old lady with the melodeon, who is just happy to have been missed by the furry and human projectiles...