Going to kiss your grandmother goodnight and she slips you the tongue.
They have the gift of tongues...
A tongue
To get to the other tide.
Marry her.
A. The remote control slips from his hand.
Because they were neckromancers
S'cuse me, while I kiss the sky...*
Naana
Gee, you knit
When you go to kiss your grandma goodbye and she slips you the tongue.