A flange, an opening and a pound of dirt

The cerebral reply to the third question asked by the fifth person in the second queue contained numerous words that exceeded an eleven letter length.

The quadrilateral response to the imaginary numbered question asked by the weakest-left-handed-gripped person on the diving board evoked little in terms of the list of least favourite colours of seven year old children who can speak three or more languages.

The delightful acquiescence to the called for opinion was welcomed only narrowly by the exceedingly close majority causing a rift that was significantly less delightful than was the acquiescence.

The morose idiomatic penchant to describe dichotomies as they relate to breakfast cereals was penetratingly rejected by those very same multi-lingual seven year old children.