A hundred and twenty percent.
-Wruggling worms.
-Exactly twelve Mississippis.
-The tickling of trepanation.
-Many many many many many many many many many many many many MANY marine reptiles.
-Oh and throw in plenty of placoderms, please.
-Rigorous rigmarole.
-Hopping mad. Not leaping or jumping or bouncing, hopping. There’s a distinct springiness to the heels.
-The helpful, polite, and maximally-decomposed undead.
-Tiptoeing through any non-tulip plants. Why should they get special treatment?
-Bopping.
-Knee jerks.
-Ruthless, tough, pragmatic, hard-choice-making decision-making that completely and utterly yields worse results than asking nicely.
-Unruly deep-sea organisms.
-Incalculably dubious decision-making by nonsapient organisms.
-Manglegement.
-Dorks without borders.
-Bumptious bumblefucks.
-Cretinous architecture.
-Skeleliters.
-Hoots without hollers.
-Roburstness.
-Cloning dinosaurs argy-bargy.
-The chitinous crunch of a good crisp French fry.
-Turdbulence.
-Survival of the flabbiest, as fitness is contextual rather than generic.
-Discourteous, apathetic, or outright hostile service. It shows fighting spirit.
-The bitter-shed tears of defeat in the face of the universe’s bland refusal to grant ice cream.
-Crawling without skin.
-Giblets. The more gruesome, the more glorious.
-Food. In sufficient quantities to prevent starvation, it’s even better.
-Freshly shelled and steamed crabapples, with plenty of melted butter.
–Australopithecus africanus. Say the name, go on. It’s just so crisp.
-Rumbling clouds, floors, animals, vehicles, guts, etc.
-Excessive gravity. Lacking or present.
-Tiny little adorable sidekick species in bio-essentialist fantasy settings that seize control of the means of production and utterly shellack the hell out of the protagonists before forming a fair and representative government for mutual protection with whatever species the protagonists were going to butcher the hell out of for ten thousand pages over six volumes.
-Curds.
-Oiled butter.
-Vigorous and unusual venoms, especially if they were intended to just be saliva before things got spicy.
-Corbies. Not crows, just corbies.
-Corbiebars.
-Scandalous tell-all biographies of very, very, very boring assholes.
-Micro megas.
-Cowpokes getting fatally poked by cows. Leave the damned cows alone, they go through enough already and the only joy they get is passively poisoning us with methane.
-Nourishing and delicious morsels, tidbits, and bites.
-Or a big bag of crunchy potato chips.
-An early lunch. Be right back.
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-That’s better. Where were we?
-Atypically vast things.
-Typically vast things.
-Vast things.
-Anything that manages to be precisely neither larger nor smaller than a breadbox.
-Because then you can put it in your breadbox.
-People that are wider than they are tall. Not necessarily overweight, just tremendously wide.
-Also, people that are extremely thin back-to-front. Think like gingerbread people.
-Actual crows in the crow’s nest, persisting despite all attempts at removing them.
-Inactual crows in the crow’s nest, persisting in the face of all reality.
-Pooridge. Particularly if it’s rich.
-Assorted jams.
-Unsorted jellies.
-A giant and totally crammed cupboard with god knows how many kinds of pickles in it, all heaped up willy-nilly.
-New newts in old boots.
-Rumpling the perfect.
-The wind in the whackamoles.
-Unwarranted rambunctiousness in the face of the old.
-Overly permanent structures carved into icebergs.
-Hobbit holes. But not hobbits, classist little British bastards that they are.
-Wonderful days with no neighborhood. It’s a little too bustle-y for my tastes.
-Snips and snails saving puppy-dog tails.
-Sugar and spice, which are, in and of themselves, everything nice.
-A nice crisp cup of crepuscular.
-Violent, sudden rotations.
-Planets that know better than to let themselves be explored.
-The inevitable march of time and its ability to erase all things for good or ill.
-Kittens.
-Robust and reliable community support systems with no stigma against their use.
-Small and incompetent birds.
-Mellow predators that only disembowel if teased.
-Relaxed megafauna that only tramples when photographed.
-Eager and obnoxious tourists with a penchant for selfies.
-Instantaneous evaporation.