You open your mouth and your throat distends due to the mountain of words which could not file out quickly enough. "Drill a hole and climb on through!" say the whys in the back.

The whats start digging. Hey, whoa now, that's an awful lot of space for such little whats, is that completely neccessary? "There are a lot of us down here" say the whos.

The whys rudely shove their way out past the whats, tumble down your favorite shirt, clearly marking their path on the way down.

"Hey!" say the whens, "wait your turn!"

What an overwhelming crowd you have in there!

The wheres plomp themselves down calmly in the back, and watch the ruckus of whos and whats cavorting around on the ground in front of you. You wish they would stop telling everyone that.

Why do they have to know that?! You try to catch the whys and swallow them back to safety, but the whens are blocking the entrance.

You're starting to have trouble breathing, and everyone's looking at you real strange.

You close your mouth.