Miiljaakie laikapstaaklji: ledaina migla agraa riita stundaa.

Priecaajies sasodiita izlutinaataa bochka! Tev viss ir superiigaa kaartiibaa un kas tu neredzi cik daudzus izplatiijumus tu esi projaam un taalu no smaardiigaas velna vircas, kuraa sliiki pirms gadiem. Bljeg, priecaajies un smejies trulaa vobla! Beidz bremzeet un beidz iideet laame! Tu esi inficeeta ar saatana deemoniem un laipni vinjus baro aiz sava ljaunumu un atpaliciibas! Priecaajies idinja, citaadaak no tevis pasaulei nav jeegas un tu esi spljaudiiklis Dieva priekshaa. Ja tu nepriecaasies, lai sasper tevi jods, lai visas pasaules samazgas un puveklji paar tevi nogaazhas, un pat tik daudz tu nebuusi pelniijusi seeraa njunjnja. Priecaajies drostalinja, viss ir persiks un vaniljas saldeejums, maigaa rozhinja, un tu esi laba un dziive ir laba un Dievinjsh ir labs, un visiem viss buus labi, ja vinji vispirms priecaasies.

"All summer long, the mother fattens herself on insects so that when winter comes her little ones may suckle the blood from her leg joints. As they drink, she weakens, until the babies swarm over her, inject her with venom and devour her like any other prey."