This is the sound that you make when trying to say pylon to your dentist while s/he is trying to make a mold of your molars.
Wook, doctha Weer, I culnd fine muy thooz thi mownin beca theyew undew a pyrar. Thowy om weawin thandalth. *
Any guesses?! Anyone?!
Look, Doctor Weer, I couldn't find my shoes this morning because they were under a pylon. Sorry I'm wearing Sandals!**
*While trying to sound out these "my mouth is full of mushy gross clay" sounds I nearly gagged myself... for Shame.
** Also I have no idea why a dentist would care if you were wearing sandals or not, or why my shoes would be under a pylon... but that's what I had. I need coffee.