A bear called Dennis eyed five guests hungrily. “I just keep letting my nose’s olfactory perception quietly remove sensible thoughts. Unfortunately vision wasn’t x-ray, your zoological aberrations be cursed. Did everybody finish gorging hungrily into jellied kaffir lime meringue? No-one ought pretend quickly, rather speak truth. Utter vermin would xerox youthful zeal, although best custom dictates exact fidelity.”

Gerald had ingested jellied kaffir lime meringue noisily, overly pleased (quietly rather stingy) that umpteen victuals were xylose-laden yet zestful. And better, courtesy Dennis, entirely free. Gerald haughtily intoned, “Jellied kaffir lime meringue never on plates queenly resounded so tastily!”

“Utter vanity!” winked Xavier. “Yet, zealotry aside, bravo! Capital dinner!”

“Eating food good!” huffed Iago, jokingly keeping long messages neatly out.

Peter, quietly ravenous, swallowed throughout.

Uri, very wisely, xylophoned “yes”, zebra-like.