Swarthy awnings yap about water bugs.
Jackhammers sneeze like bedridden mandarins.
Antsy pigtails jump double-dutch, out of breath.
Sometimes he dutifully trots out brawling lunch-bucket words like bellyache, shorty, and potato salad before a jury of austere, saccharine men whose facial wrinkles swim like goldfish in a bowl. The jury listens to story after story of calamitous jobs, failed marriages, bullies. Anecdotes about the wattle of deep-pocketed words.