Thou wert begat between a displacer beast-barf-skite and an eyesore.

Hast thy hip been carven from a throng of unsanitary refuse with a spirit level?

I hath observed an impertinent mass of ever-evaporating goon-sacks with far less repugnant prudence than thee.

Fie! Even a healer couldst not mend thee of thy fickle raiment.