An' we polish their snouts
With a five second breather between 'em.
I-i-if she comes in smash
From a steerocket lash
Do we wait 'til they've counted the dead?
Oh never, tut tut—
We just plate up her butt
An' fix up the rest in the—the—
Mountainous Rhiannon couldn't remember the last word. The clouded crystal, that was Rhiannon. He killed his buffing-ray and aimed a bellow that not only shivered the eardrums of its target but woke up Sergeant Atoms a hundred feet below, bringing him to his feet with an adoring bark.
"Hey, Stevie, what'sa last word?"