A grumpish, beef-witted, sluberdegullion curmurmurs as he brabbles and twattles to passers-by while lunting in the twitter-light. He spots a monsterful callipygian stoutfair dining alone at a street-side patio. Hugger-mugger, he groaks her. She notices his stare, and is as stunned as curglaff. While the cockalorum jollux might think his gaze gorgonizing as a moment’s apricity on a winter’s day, she is jargogled by his ogling. She’d rather be fuzzled in the lumming, lie crapulous in the snowbroth or be beaten by a quockerwodger in resistentialism than to endure that lecherous look.