Everyone else was in the woodwork and it was just us left.
Neither of us had much of a preference to being either male or female, and we shifted between genitalia as we shifted in our seats. He stared into my eyes from across the table, and forms unfolded from his snake tongue into a pile of vaporous creep. It, following it's whimsy on the lustrous surface. I took my finger and swirled the Word about...
It translates roughly, but it went a somewhat like this:
We split the corpuscle,
With machine and muscle,
A million new names to put our mind in fetters
And yet we don't know how to split Greek letters!