I'm Not a Maligner, Mate. It's the Ancient Paradox

I'm not a maligner, mate. I just happen to be afflicted by a long and regular series of quite minor health complaints. Basically my teeth were hurting. Eventually the pain went away, but I end up in a situation where I couldn't open my mouth more than about five millimeters wide. So you could only eat wafers. Wafers, I could eat those caramel circular compressed waffles that you get in coffee chains. And what other bluebell regurgitates into your mouth? Exactly. Wet meats, cold wet meats from bluebell. Study poles and silky knives. There she flies like a furry star. Classic and stylish, back of vintage car.