Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush. . . any moment now. . . the surge of warmth. . . bye-bye, Mr. Pain. . . " "Vee-" "Knock, knock. " "This is really important-" "Knock, knock. " "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo. " "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.
[Gore] tended to drone on and on, in singsong, narcotizing cadences best endured by the heavily caffeinated.
He's stubborn," Tux warned in a singsong tone. "Stay out of this," Mark spat. "And touchy," Tux added.