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Damn, now I don’t know what you’re talking about. Dish. 
Jingo - the Terry Pratchett novel.
Latin was requested, not Hogwartese.
I remember a kid I went to school with (who was an altar boy) had one of these and brought it for show and tell during religion class.
Snuffers are for sinners. Besides, when you use them, you have to press down on the candle and the brass candle toppers, making wax spill down the side. Who wants a crappy looking Advent candle?
You don’t need to work to look cool in front of the Junior Altar Servers once you’ve been Made- you OWN those little bastards and have to the right to put them through a rigorous hazing process: making them chug sacramental wine and/or Holy Water, making them recite the books of the Old and New Testament in order or else you lock them in the women’s restroom, forcing them to serve the 6:30am Spanish Mass that absolutely NO good looking girls attend… Ahhh, good times.
I believe the idea is that, while the wick is quite hot, it doesn’t hold much heat (notice that no one tries to heat their home with candles), and so a brief contact with it won’t transfer enough thermal energy to the snuffer’s skin to do any damage. I’ve done it countless times; it looks cool, and doesn’t hurt a bit.
You’re not supposed to squish the flame out with a snuffer. Simply holding the snuffer over the wick for a few seconds will make the flame use all the oxygen in the bell and go out with no wax spillage. Why doesn’t more oxygen rush in the open bottom? Stop asking silly questions and go clean the chalice, boy! 
But what do I know? I only light kelvar wicks on the ends of chains on fire and spin 'em around my head for fun. First rule of spinning fire poi: Do not stop spinning until the flame is out! Second rule? Fire doesn’t hurt if it hits you fast. (Third rule? If you learn drunk, only spin drunk. State-dependent learning.)
Quite right - it wouldn’t be “smokus” as the sentence construction calls for the ablative case. Also the verb should have either the infinitive ending or the imperative, depending on whether you’re reciting the generic phrase or actually issuing the order. “With” is cum.
You know how this ends: with an instruction to write the correct phrase out a hundred times, and if it isn’t done by sunrise… (hey, The Life of Brian was on over the holidays. 
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It will not last the night.
Bet it makes a lovely light, though!
What about the Advent candles with the brass followers around the top: holds in the oxygen and prevents any spills.
Ooh talk dirty “with” me baby.
If you’re inviting me to conjugate… I decline.
Now that is clever.