thus far, part 4

as the sun rises on the final day of word idol, let us digest what happened on the fourth. molly bewitched us in the way that only molly can: with eyre and oreos. doubtless, her entry has rendered many a fellow challenger flippering in their britches. also, we finally got to hear from mills who swaggered into the word idol arena in a flyabostic technicolour dreamcoat with a peacock-feathered sombrero. he employed a risky reverse psychology tack by telling us that no matter how desperate that we might be to be flyabostic, we really have no chance and are destined to remain flothery wretches. then we heard from a fambling kalvin who has used the power of the internet (and tumblr subdomains) to establish a veritable alternative reality in support of murmuring inarticulately.

had j.lo and her dance crew been known as the flyabostic girls would they have been any less fresh? would you fork over a sawbuck to see the world premiere of famble! the story of famble! ? does the unconscious association between a crying dolphin and flippering reinforce its cause?

amid the clatter in the coliseum, elsewhere several challengers have perfected the art of the post-defense defense, others have been desperate to find a reason to disqualify their competition, and the little word-that-could is moving and shaking in big ways. the final two challengers certainly have their work cut out for them.