With this recumbentibus, our dear friend the Grand Mouse appears to be very scripturient with logorrhea today. While he doesn't seem to be ultracrepidarian or infandous or infected with cacodemonomania, I tend to be in a status of welter and zugzwang after swallowing his comments.
However, the literary Mouse is not winning. A humble, plebeian, proletarian, undistinguished and ignoble potato is winning.
