Meanwhile, I’ve made a caipirinha com caju and will follow that with a caipirinha com manha:

More pitifully, a gamekeeper has locked a locking skull helmet, with a ball gag, inserted, and ear cuffs screwed tightly down, preventing the creature from hearing and sharing any conversation. True, the gamekeeper might remove that in the near future, only to leave it starving slowly to death.

I am enjoying the MUSKy scent of, for just now, a large shell-shocked, starving, slithering creature, attempting to hold up a brave face, even as it’s food supply dwindles and shows no sign of returning to bountiful.