Do dead people forget anything, really?
Would it be a grave mistake to ask if we cadaver any puns now?
Truly, dearly beloved, is it not a case of the morbid the merrier?
Isn’t it wrong to put all your puns in one casket?
Is that too low an undertaking?
Would you please look me in the eyes when you say that?
Was I staring lower again?
That depends - how tall are you?
Don’t you know that on the Internet, I’m as tall as you’d like me to be?
If you whisper to elephants, that would make you about 9’ tall, right?
Maybe they bow down to my majesty?
OK, I’ll picture you as 18’ tall, which begs the question…are you proportionately huge?
<as I typed this I could hear Madeline Kahn singing “Oh Sweet Mystery of Life” from Young Frankenstein>
Haven’t I ever mentioned that I sit down to pee because the doctor told me not to lift large, heavy objects?
Soooo…what exactly do you whisper to your elephants?
Dare I break client confidentiality?
Must we Double Dog Dare you?
Or the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare?
Or the Top O’ The Line, El Supremo Send In the whole Dang Pack O’ Dogs Dare to get that info outta Sam?
He’s pretty tall - who has a ladder?
Will a space elevator be tall enough?