If you are a skilled judge of huge meat-eating terror lizards, then does that mean that you are a “connoisseur of carnisaurs”? Or a “T. Rex expert”? And can you say that three times fast?
What if Peggy Babcock gave you a pack of pickled peppers, and fifty-six thick crispy biscuits? And then she sold seashells by the seashore from a toy boat festooned at noon with rubber baby buggy bumpers, and lovely little lilies daubed with black bug’s blood?
If the Hawaiian volcano goddess got into a big fight on the first day of the fifth month of the year, when people get their salaries, then would that be a Mayday payday Pele melee?