"Help! I've been slightly rotated!" the slightly rotated man exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," the seriously skewed man replied. "At least you're legible."
"See, I'm all the way up here!" the omnipresent man continued.
"I don't even stay inside my dialog tag," the omnipresent man moaned. "Look up there, at the top of the page."
"I know the secret of reflecting upon one's self," the introspective man revealed. "Observe:"
"I know the secret of reflecting upon one's self," the introspective man revealed. "Observe:"
"I know the secret of reflecting upon one's self," the introspective man revealed. "Observe:"
"I know the secret of reflecting upon one's self," the introspective man revealed. "Observe:"
"I know the secret of reflecting upon one's self," the introspective man revealed. "Observe:"
"I know the secret of reflecting upon one's self," the introspective man revealed. "Observe:"
"I know the secret of reflecting upon one's self," the introspective man revealed. "Observe:"
"That's nothing," the girl on the set of monkeybars scoffed. "It's not about what you can do, it's about the artistry with which you apply it. I, for example, can SWINGand hang upside-down."
"What if you said things with more depth?" the slightly rotated man asked.
"By which I mean, of course, having some longer text that is initially hidden," he