Stichomancy

The woman walked in with a very unflattering waddle. The only way to describe her was extra wide. She brought with her a very disgusting fragrant of pees and grass. She walked carefully around the room wobbling to and fro like a bloated cherry. She froze in front of the cheese and began to feast like a lion with its first kill. It was awful, the woman was a vagabond. She was most awfully an ugly woman and walked with a strange superiority. Like she had just conquered cheesecake mountain.