“ROAR! Just because you claim that I snore, does not permit you to spike my crab sandwich with molochs!” cried lion of the seaport’s pier.

“HONK! Well, you keep insisting that you are sniffing your saline sprays, but your nose noise proves that is clearly bollocks!” retorted sea’s queen into the lion’s ear. ; )

She was more than his light—like a blazar, she awed as both endearing and enigmatic—like the Sun, she wielded warmthfulness to life—like the stars, she ever guided heartbeats home. ; )