Only I don't want him to get punky, so he isn't fit to come back when his term is over.
It should always be a dry, sound stick, brash, but not in the least punky.
Nevertheless, I knelt to feel the punky stuff under my feet.
Apparently Punky did, for he muttered, "Aw right," and flecked the ash from his cigar.
All the other meals were satisfactory, though an occasional one ...