“I can’t believe he got a simple little word like that wrong! People can be so ignorant. Everyone knows it’s called Noah’s Ark!” whispered Tom, archly.
“I would rather take the summer off and teach the September to December semester”, Tom said, taking the fall.
“How dare you accuse me of being sexually promiscuous” said Mary, put out.
“Be sure to download my new app at the App Store” said Roger, who had succumbed to idolatry.
“How dare you accuse me of being sexually promiscuous” said Mary, tartly.
“Pussy for sale!” Mary s-trumpeted.
“I trimmed the legs off my Dockers and converted them to shorts” Tom said expansively.
“How dare you accuse me of being sexually promiscuous!” said Mary, horrified.
“Why, yes, I’ll buy this horse”, said Tom, ponying up.
“This little horse is bigger than that little horse,” Tom said, ponying up.
“Ahem” said the pony, still a little horse.
“I’ve just set up a virtual stable” said Tom eponymously.
“…and most of its occupants have multi-colored coats” said Tom erroneously.
“I’ve never once in my career flown into O’Hare Airport” said the pilot in an ordinary voice.
“But I love going into Los Angeles”, said the pilot, in a lax tone.
“And it looks like we’re going there again”, he added, relaxing.
“This isolated lumber camp in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do once the sun goes down…of course we do a lot of dope” said Tom and Mike, at loggerheads.
“I’m coming into Los Angeles” said Arlo Guthrie, keyed up.
“I still have to pay off that bet I lost with Gibson” said Tom, mellowing.