I always imagine I hear boob growing sounds when I see her.
Hmmmn, I'm not sure what sound that would be - kinda sparks the imagination...
Would that be something tranquil, like the wind blowing softly through a field of grass?
Or something more slapstick - like urgent squeaky balloon inflation?
-D'Artagnian
Or maybe, the low bass throb of some inexorable, monstrous machine, coming our way...
Even knowing this, I would welcome the arrival, and pledge to serve...