Grammy had a biggest sneeze today what maked her teeths flew right acrossed the room. Which, how do I bees apposed to know that? And so I sitted on 'em on accident. Then they bited my butt, so I up and stomped on 'em real fast acause I thunk they beed a monster tryin' for to eat me up to deaf, startin' on my butts. Now Grammy bees crazy mad over her broked-up teeth and she been hollerin' on me, but her mouth keeps on bein' filled up with her flappy face, so I doesn't has a clue what she bees sayin'. She keep on hollerin' over an' over, plourge, yow idget, duckie feets. My duckie feets, yow rubber bun pirky idget. I doesn't know what the holy hammer head she bees wantin' me to do for to make her happy.