Friggin' skinwalkers are worse than the djinn. The spiritual equivalent of the well dressed man trying to sell you a time-share on a condo and then you start to notice that his suit looks a little cheap, and his grammar is a bit subpar, and you detect the heady aroma of cheap whiskey on his breath even thought it's only 10 in the morning.
I gave him my downstroke yesterday ... the receipt will be in the mail
You're invited to our open house bash ...