his (or theumperom’s or any- bloody else’s) thickerthanwater to drink of it filtred, a gracecup fulled of potchtatos and his flop hattrick and his lagenloves were rampaging the roads and all branches of the hapspurus or old Kong Gander O’Toole of the arans and the pools of the unleventh month of Nema Knatut, so pass the pick