. . . yiou can’t ignore the weirdness seeping in . . .

Maybe the time has finally come for me to find my inner wrench.

She coolly removed some of the noisier male participants from the meeting, prompting outrage and insult.

. . . see his vicious horns and the nasty little tail sprouting from his coccyx

I felt like I was drowning, and I was: the pressure cooker went pop.