Zoiks! I gotta go!
Anatopism: n. faulty arrangement; in art, inharmonious grouping.
Be still, my heart. 
Copernicus texting “The sun goes in the middle” on his cell phone?
Dr. Doom is Gotham’s only hope of surviving the Balrogs.
Error? Faulty! Sterilize!
Fruit, potatoes, turnpike.
Gorgeous dill triangles sleep furiously.
Hell hath no Ferrari.
It’s a can of soup, Mr. Edison.
Jerky is made from wallets.
Knowledge is the building block of knowing.
Lemons taste much more like Paraguay than umbrellas do.
My mistake; the invisible robot fish do perambulate!
Never mind/Always mind/Ore is mined
Odd how even is always steven.
Proffinkle Pepperwessor
Quick brown phlox grew over mother’s zany jade frog.
Ruh-ro!
Susan’s cells were scattered on the sea floor.