Me: Having our last servings of gumbo.
Steve: Why? Was there some okra catastrophe?
Me: Not our last ever, just the last of this batch of soup. But now I’m worried about the okrapocalypse.
Philip Brewer
Writer: science fiction and fantasy, personal finance, and Esperanto
Okrapocalypse! Okratastrophe!
Did you wash it down with Ocrakoke?
Don’t you mean Ocracola?