Aren’t your own attachments usually committed?
Do you know, I’d rather think Madame Pepperwinkle would insist on that?
Would that classify as a sticky wicket?
Maybe if it was Pepperwicket?
Is that anything like gettin’ jiggy wit it?
Well, can I say I like the way the Madame jiggles?
Is that like the way the cookie crumbles?
Do you know the Madame knows her cookies?
Is she just a scone’s throw away?
Doesn’t she know what side of the bread her butter’s on?
Who is the breadwinner in your house?
Well, wouldn’t that be my roll?
Does this have anything to do with the Buttered Cat Paradox?
Would it work with margarine and a margay?
Hmm, that’s a poser, innit?
Is it a rebus wrapped in a riddle, ensconced in a subtility, manacled to a mystery, enabled by an enigma and couched in a conundrum, or is it just another freakin’ question?
Huh?
Well, is it a pentacled puzzle tangled in a tangram, ornamented by an oracle, surrounded by suspense and bedecked with bewilderment, or not?
How could I possibly answer that?
Maybe after seeking an attorney’s advice?