After getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, in the sea of vacuity. Or, after getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, bred. by vacuity.
In the name of nutritious, faceless porridge, she boiling.
Pi attack under there, cracking his smile only, on the roof he is.
Risking her life, of innocent children, to know their sin.
What resounding, drooly, sounds of a jew's harp.