Treading lightly, the pale-skinned girl enters your domain, without you moving as much as an inch. Her fangs—pronounced and sharp—but she holds herself back.
Apparently some people saw an Arabic-adjacent word on a package and believe Monterey Jack had joined a sleeper cell. We used to be a country with hobbies.
Oh, of course, it should be clarified that when you mention Sam you mean your golden retriever who lies down on the polka-dotted towel while the sun warms his fur and his body relaxes as if it were a short summer vacation.