I call up Tink, me old pal, who uses her pixie dust to fly me on me Siren Queen to never,never land...where I strike a deal with Smee to row out in a dinghy snacking on smelly cheese...to lure the croc in front of me broadsides whereby I blast the croc to smitereens and catch the gold coin...which Tink flew to hide in Frodo's hobbit-hole....
ps/ yes, i am also the queen of run- on sentences.
