YOWZA, YOWZA, YOWZA!
The Narcissist slithered out from his hole, and spit out, in his slithering snake-like hiss, “Don’t you dare cross-ssssss me, or else I shall sssss-strike you down as surely as you are standing in front of me…”. And, with this, I heard the eerie wickedness of his rattle shaking steadily behind him.
It was at this precise moment that I decided to do something which (I might shyly add), resulted in my being the humble recipient of many generous compliments.
I made, for myself, a most dashing, and unique purse!
You see, snake-skin purses do not slither.