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"gordon ramsay-ed" is my new favorite verb.

It was as though his request was the heaviest burden in the world the way ugh sloughed from her throat as she flailed around on the back like a capsized tortoise, before finding some sense of equilibrium and drudging to her feet. The minute she was upright, the world around Lusca droned like machinery and she looked to find that the butter-slathered king crab had since ascended from being planar on the horizon to a a higher throne amongst the cloud rummage. Her ears drooped sadly and she craned her neck back, squinting up at the sun. "It's there."