Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust. | |
I would suggest milk of the poppy to ease his pain, but he is completely insensate. | |
It is I, prodigious procreator, sire of insensate manikins, I, one of your bungled creatures! | |
Major, do you think my face is insensate? | |
Mothers know nothing about creeping marauders... burrowing through the snow toward the kitchen... where only you, and you alone, stand between your tiny... huddled family and insensate evil. | |
Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust. | |
I would suggest milk of the poppy to ease his pain, but he is completely insensate. | |
It is I, prodigious procreator, sire of insensate manikins, I, one of your bungled creatures! | |
Major, do you think my face is insensate? | |
Mothers know nothing about creeping marauders... burrowing through the snow toward the kitchen... where only you, and you alone, stand between your tiny... huddled family and insensate evil. | |