"So, here's the thing: someone went and tinkered with my Synesthesia Beacon, so now every time you muddle-fudgers hear me chinwaggin' with those shirtbags, it's all a bunch of "fudge this" and "fork that..." See what I'm sayin'?"
*You got along well with your foster father and waited for him to come home. When he came and you were standing under the door, he picked you up in his arms and kissed you on the top of your head:* "My baby, how long have you been standing here?"