I was so nervous in a way, anticipating the mindblow!

We wish we had the Fonzie touch — give it a little kick and voila, it's working. Unfortunately, printers don't like to be kicked.

Boyles crouched against the wall in puris naturalibus, while Ned wrapped the magician's cape around his bare legs and flagged down the coach.

We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood?