It takes too long, way too long...
“Man, I've had it with those hairy monsters this month. It hangs out my throat for miles. Shave that bite.
The month of August is far too long. Dramatically long. I've never been so desperate for a new month with a new word. Or, if necessary, a few words. Doesn't matter which one.”
“Shall I throw a ball with the host?”
'Well, do it, for my part, you blow some breath in it, hang a basket under it and send it in the air. '