If you don’t take care of your dinkle, it will become a doinkle.
I don’t know where this dinkus goes at night and I don’t want to know.
Look at this little dink. Why is it such a dink? Why does it exist?
It just mills about during the day, a totally aimless individual.
It doesn’t even know why it exists.
It just stands in the corner and stares at you all day.