The last fifty rotary phones in the world have been rounded up for questioning.
The last twenty roadside picnic tables.
The first chickenhuman.
The pentultimate mermot. THIS ISN'T A MERLOT! This isn't a merlot. The room-time continuum has been breached, caption. Or should I say capt'n.
Crushed on one side by a dialectic and the other by biophages, zeroing in on hobbies.
The last one hundred hobbies (incl. horses).