Of Jibjabbing Whangerdoodles and Krakenbiscuits (Portmanteau)
“Lo! I see a fiendchild approaching!”
“A fiendchild? What the heck is a fiendchild?”
“Oh…actually, I’m not sure. I assume it’s closely related to a krakenbiscuit.”
“Wait—what?”
“A krakenbiscuit. Yes, I’m sure a fiendchild is closely related to a krakenbiscuit.”
“That makes no sense. You’re making these things up!”
“You would call me a jibjabbing whangerdoodle!?! My friend, you are but a shamebeing in my eyes.”
“Um…sorry?”
“Sorry doesn’t cut the cripcrap.”
“Okay…you know, I think I’m going to move.”
“All right, but just remember, it’s not the whereplace you move to, it’s the peoplethings you meet.”
“Actually, I think I’m better off without meeting peoplethings, especially really weird ones at that. Bye.”
“You’re beleaving?”
”...Believing?”
“No, beleaving. Saying byebye to your favorite neighbor?”
“Um…yesyes.”
“Nononononoooo!”
The other neighbor took a last concerned glance in his direction and hurried off in the general direction of Anywherebuthere.