he had 7 spots, orange skin.

It was like--one might say--some ancient figurehead, telling stories (as they must) when out came the brief, as if on its own.

Look at your brother suffering on account of art. They made us pass around empty bottles of air.

Well, what else could there be, and how afraid are you to admit that it's still not empty? You 'said' all that about the center, now look at this silly old bottle.

We need equal syllables.

I prefer sounds like...Slithering. Sliding. (Creeping)

But only endearing qualities will I tolerate.

At last, after all that, something started making sense!!!!!!!!

Just look at all the torment these salamanders had to endure, walking from hand to hand, an infinity of two hands!

Now, that's emptiness. That...is something.

Now pay attention. It's remarkable how many words mean nothing.