Only three of 'em, but they're all over the place—climbing on you, mauling you, tripping you up.
I wondered what men were beneath it and what mauling they were receiving.
Lying on my cushions, mauling my things, running my engine for all I know.
And it was only after months of suffering that Williams finally recovered from the mauling.
Had they but known it, he despised them ...