VN, Part II; or, Fun With Humbert

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Humbert, spittle on my cake, fire in my oven. Hum-bert. The tip of the tongue doing mostly nothing, sitting tight for a nervous mumble and belch, letting the lesser epiglottis usher the stubborn air over the retreating tongue-top to stop at the lip: a flopped potty-break leaving the tongue little to do but check the schwa before the stench escapes.