She scratched it some more. She scratched it to a palp. Her hand was now unusable, and useless, therefore, for palpating anything. Luckily, she had extraordinarily long toes which, in a pinch, could grasp objects such as ping pong balls.Nanohedron wrote:The silence, heavy as a theoretical Martha Stewart's reproach for not buying only the best marzipan, was palpable. You almost could palp it, all right. It was that palpable, as palpable as the dark and stormy night just beyond the doors of the Chiff & Fipple Prose Adjudication Headquarters, where the dimly-limned Dale and Bloomie hunched like avaricious dwarves over a new trove of precious things, sorting them out, and giving the occasional bite to test the veracity of their gold.
A hush fell like soft rain upon all Chiffdom, even though you already couldn't hear a thing for the palpable silence. Emmline nervously scratched the back of her hand, which broke the non-noise.
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To pass the time, she lobbed a ping pong ball at Nano. Then, confused about which Nano she might have hit, she lobbed several more. With her feet of course. Her feet being capable of palpating and grasping.
The arched door of the C&FPAH opened a crack.
"Would you kindly keep things less palpable out there?" growled a voice which was, unmistakably, that of an avaricious troll.
"Dang," muttered Nano, "I was sure they were dwarves." Nonetheless, he knew enough not to let an open door go to waste, and each of him pelted the opening with a ping pong ball.
"By the way," called Nano, just before the door closed with a bang. "Do you have any inferior marzipan?"
Marzipan looks like a bell.
Anyway, he was a bit taken aback, and asked if that was an American usage, as he'd never encounterd it. It was my turn to be taken aback, what with him being English, and all. He said that he would have used the word "diligent". Two peoples separated by a common language, indeed.
