When I Find A Sparagus

The garden produces make their fallings onto the floors.

I make my rapid and violent killings of it.

I Make My Disgusted Face

A dog makes its sleeps on the dog bed.  It should be me, for I am a small plush god.

I must will plot my killings of the dog.

Peaceful Protestings

There are too fewings of kibbles in the dish of my royal tastings.  I will stand upon the eating space of My People until they make payings of their homages and bestow upon me the offerings of the foods.

Do not make your forcings of me to make my resorts to the violences.