Thraxius choked with belligerent surprise, an infuriated rumble churning out of his vox like that of a fat man shaking his jowls.<em>"Insolent cur!  My mother was a damned <strong>saint</strong>, and where I'm from it's not unusual in the slightest to forgo proper hygiene!  We all smelled rancid <strong>together</strong> and bloody well liked it!" </em>