If I snap, I will write a fanfic story in which the Doctor's companion is a picador who piques his interest in bull-fighting while they climb a mountain peak to get a peek at the other side. They will then run away from the bear who went over the mountain, and nearly die because they are wearing sandles on their feet.
For all intensive purposes, their common since desserted them.
Is there such a thing as a society for the prevention of cruelty to words? We could call ourselves floccinaucinihilipilificators and write sympathy cards to people who have contracted pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanocon
I can see you gurning out there.
Fortunately, my madness is acronychal and I'll be better in the morning.