Hear my declaration and bow down before it with the full respect and fear that a chrone’s speech requires:
Muffins are delicious and fun in my mouth.
You have now heard the wisdom of me, The Chrone.
Please make your way carefully to the exits at this point. Do not dawdle. Do not linger. Do not panic and crush the rest of the audience by running for the door. I will not pelt you with sharpened muffins that can put out your eye.
You have nothing to fear but muffins themselves.
