“I’m going to walk this guy and pitch to the next one,” Tom bawled.
“Are you sure it’s just a three hour tour, Skipper?,” asked Gil again.
“Where’s the gold? Who took the damn myrrh?” yelled Frank, incensed.
“That’s the last of the airplane glue”, said Tom in a huff.
“We’re called Little People,” said Tom shortly.
“How about this for a famous last word?” Tom croaked.
“I got all I could out of the pipe,” Tom resonated.
“I’m sorry if this offends you, but I’ve always fancied the redhead,” said Tom gingerly.
“You know, I always preferred Mary Ann,” said the Professor abandonedly.
“Put it in the attic,” Tom said loftily.
“Adam!” Tom warned fruitlessly.
“They’re like small wild damsons and you can make gin-based liqueur out of them,” Tom said slowly.
“My computer’s documents program broke down,” Tom mimed wordlessly.
“I’m great with spreadsheets,” Tom excelled.
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“I’m glad that tetanus shot worked”, said Tom, slack-jawed.
“Palings, pickets or barbed wire - it all comes the same to me,” Tom said offensively.
“Scotch on the rocks,” Tom ordered icily.
“I hate it when you do that,” Tom said peevishly.
“I think I’m going to get a Prince Albert,” said Tom piercingly.