Nope, he’s NOT going to do it. Nuh-uh. He WON’T allow himself to
              so candidly SUCCUMB to feline disposition ( especially NOT around
              company ). Nope.

                                         Not going to ——- – goddammit!!

           Vivid collection of crimson twine bounces & rolls in front of keen PERCEPTION
           for only but an instance til it’s been whacked out of near grasp by a staggering
           man SCRAMBLING to feel it’s lushness weaving through callous digits. End
           tables & chairs are propelled out of SIGHT from flailing extremities & soon he’s
           laid upon back, mangled CARDINAL string, slipping though & through fingers.

                                                             ‘ We’ll NEVER speak of this, understand? ‘