Gnarly narfs nerfed the silverware and noddled it in the pantry drawer.
Gnarly narfs sharfed and shreffed all of the books in the library.
Gnarly narfs kriffed the salted pork and schnaggled it all over the room.
Gnarly narfs schindogged all of Mother’s good shoes and klindosnapped all of her earrings.
I know that these things are so.
I saw it happen on a hot, listless, boring summer day.
Too bad I was the only one who sapslapshapp it all.