What are you on about?
Morning dawned on about three inches of snowfall and it was still coming down.
"You were right on about meeting the devil himself," Jenn answered.
He didn't even prattle on about some alleged personal experiences in a diamond mine in Africa, a search for gold or other such nonsense he was expected to resurrect or invent.
As he began to ramble on about Mrs. Langstrom's cooking, Mrs. Lincoln jumped down and stood on hind legs, stretching up the young man's pant leg.
He glanced back at Fred, who had again closed his eyes and was prattling on about the best ways to "case" the storage facility.