I was always fond of B-flat.
As I understand things, that’s a tire’s least favorite key.
You’ll have to retire on that one, Spoons.
Unless I dress myself in my finest attire.
Why change? Are you wrinkled? Need an iron?
Beck, I have other, more pressing, problems.
Don’t frown, you’ll get a crease in your brow.
I’m already wrinkled, Beck. Frowning would only improve my face, I’m sure.
Turn that frown upside down!
People who frown on puns should be punished.
Agreed. They need to go the extra smile.
Can they just grin and bear it?
As opposed to streakers, who grin and bare it.
Since they are in their birthday suits, are we obligated to provide cake?
My birthday suit no longer fits.
Gifts of clothing would be nice. Then I can be a free elf.
The clothing better be small enough that it can fit me, Mice Elf, and Eye.
You seem fit to be tied.
Braced, buttoned up and bowtied.
That last one is fasten-ating.