toxic fog for a cyber professional

You’re a cruel cracker, aren’t you? Yes. Sailing your jungle ship through my playground. But I shan’t let your words flicker on me with brimstone zing. Like snail bingo in tree fresh captain’s quarters they are. And as such they’ll most likely stay.
Were it up to you, an oral snail would offer a lost shark a golden shimmer. “Let me fetch some nylon rubber” he would intone. Wouldn’t he?
You fail to grasp the appeal of kite saviors. The allure of whale hickies. Or the need for sundries, various or otherwise.