The biting maw and grasping talons of pestilence have been having their way with me.
AWFULLY ROMANTIC WAY TO SAY "I'M SPEWING HOT, INFECTIOUS SLURRY FROM EVERY ORIFICE IN MY FACE AND I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW WHAT A SWEATY, RANCID MESS I AM RIGHT NOW. HELLO, WORLD. COME GREET ME."
This is a crass way to put it, and also incorrect. I am mostly just sneezing. And a little coughing.
SO ARE THESE "BITING MAW AND GRASPING TALONS" HAVING THEIR *WAY* WITH YOU, OR ARE THEY JUST LIGHTLY STROKING YOU AND CALLING YOU BAD NAMES IN A MUTTERING GROWL? SEEMS LIKE THE SMARTASS DOTH PROTEST TOO MUCH.
They are having their way with me, I think they just aren’t that successful at being rough with it. Cut them some slack.
I AM NOT *KNOWN* FOR CUTTING SLACK, LALONDE. BUT THIS ONCE. I WILL.
Trust me, I am very well aware. My version of you does not even talk to me anymore because he is so bad at cutting slack. But alright. Wonderful news.