OK, 'cry, I'm flying in by jelicopter. I've brought the raspberry one 'cause it sounds worse. I've recce'd both of your porches, and I'll be coming in between the two potted impatient plants. Tell them to hold out a little longer. BTW, I think your bowl of river rocks! I'm coming to take the Mike.
I have a pronouncement of my own to make, but first we must re-establish our control over Pronuncistation WDNK. We must wrest it away from whomsoever or whatsoever is preventing our freedom of speech. A way must needs be found!
I'm told that my captivators still hold the pronuncistation and just won't listen to our Mike. He reckons he heard one of their speakers pronounce that they are about to double up with a whirlygiggle of their own, in a very disarming manner, and try to spoil everyone's oozey pubmachine fun.
Yes, you were very lucky to survive. When your feeling more yourself, just give me the word and I'll bring ruzuzu and dontcry around for a chat. They helped with your survival. And yes, the doctor will be a spin doctor. (!) Meanwhile, just try and relax.
(dontcry, how about using a mini-torspeedo instead?)
I'm in the wrong time zone to expect much help right now. I asked them to wait 'til morning, secretly hoping the pronuncistation might be operational by then and I could record help. I'm drifting and I'm surrendering and I'm going to catnap now just like them and see what the mourning brings. So, fellow Wordies, 'tis with a heavy tart and heavy eyelids that I . . . . z z z, 'zu? See you when I wake or at my wake, whichever