ɐ hˈɑːɹpstɹɪŋ snˈæps wɛnˌɛvɚ hiː stɹˈɛtʃᵻz ðə tɹˈuːθ, mˈoʊst nˈoʊɾəbli wɛn hiː bᵻlˈɪɾəlz hɪz ˈoʊn ɡˈʊd dˈiːdz.
A harpstring snaps whenever he stretches the truth, most notably when he belittles his own good deeds.