Words are nothing but wind. And farts. 

"Off with his head" she screamed. Molly was wielding a kitchen clever, poised menacingly over the innocent cauliflower, drunk with power. And wine. 

Against her friend's cautionary advice, Molly was seen dancing with the devil at Steve and Lauren's wedding. 

Lucy's cheeks were flushed with anticipation. Her face looked pink too. The strain was too much...

Waiting..... always waiting. Lucy wondered when the opportunity to show off her Irish dancing skills would be revealed.

Molly extended an olive branch to Lucy, who swiftly threw it in the mulcher.

Molly desperately wanted to chew the fat with Lucy. But she couldn't. She was vegetarian.