20-word Challenge 5

Like SHRAPNEL from a frog exploding in a FULL-BLOWN WINDSTORM, the flavenoids of Evil Editor's CRULLER exploded on the TRILLION GANGLIA in his tongue. He swallowed, then picked up the top query from his pile like a debutante removing a tick from her armpit and read the first sentence: Please consider for publication my study in CLASSICISM, a novel I modestly call BLENCH.

EE balled up the query and tossed it in the toilet, wondering if it would sink or FLOAT.

The next query was no better:

Dear Ev...