“It walked, from its dank, dark lair, the last vestiges of sleep pouring sand into its joints as it growled, ready to devour its dastardly breakfast.”

Oh no, we're not stuck in Audible Life Narration mode again are we?

“The buzzing squeak of some small life-form in its hunting grounds he likened unto an insectile irritant.”

Why do you only have a good vocabulary when you want to insult me?