I think we can float a few ideas to keep it going.
Yes, but in order to put forth an idea you must be holding the great (albeit slightly damaged) conch, that is, the Grand Marred Shell.
I Ain’t Marching Anymore.
Admitting that is the first step.
Shortist parade ever, only 12 steps.
I see we’re all in lockstep.
That’s quite a feet, and a great aclomplishment.
Time to bring this thread to heel.
You mean, we should toe the line?
I say, step it up!
You’re going to trot that out in front of us again?
Trout that out again, we could very well flounder.
That sounds kinda fishy to me.
Meh. He only got paid scale for that one.
I’m waiting with baited breath for the next pun!
I just hope the next fishing pun is not too tackley.
Face it Oly–you’re hooked on fishing puns.
Just give me some time to mullet over.
I’m just gonna roe right outta here.
You’re just trolling us.