…the writer of a show you love so dearly opens his Ask Box for the day to answer questions and you sit there and try to come up with something that doesn’t end up in “a;lk jas;eorir f?!”
I have a BA in English. I know words. Really.
Actually, I think there’s a term for that. When you can’t find the words, but emit a garbled sound that can only be accurately represent by mashing on the keyboard randomly: