What insolence doest mine eyes behold: Ye haveth names of twain, and they be Elaine and Grace. Do thy names belongest to thy tongues, or is thy tongue only one yet be forked like that of a serpent? Enlighten us, fair maiden.
It seemeth thy phone and tablet be smart but it stopeth for thee at the twelfth annum of thy life.
What say ye, Sir CPhill? Didst thou pun(ish)eth us with thy words, or hath the great affliction of this land that thee knowest as CDD come upon thee in a great wave of thunder so that even the gods be deaf?
