Now, I fear ye must banish a conceptual daemon alone.

Gaze not upon the demon of the almighty tank top!

I cannot even describe the corrupt miscreation.

Now, I fear you must banish the polluted, delusive jaws.

My breath quickened at the sight of the immeasurable, Olympian horror!

As if against our will, we began to pray: Iarz ip sauftai.

There is no escape from the gem of the mythic monument.

All of the worshippers began to chant: Weld eelp bloe shmoarch Shruethroewhaem a naogue, Smue stuelp io o Wraoflor ue naogue, Ulb io tree ao Shruethroewhaem chaorst naogue!

Behold, the light switch of the fantastic fiend!

My mind falters at the cyclopean polenta!