“Transport me to the Enterprise!” Tom beamed.
Regards,
Shodan
“Transport me to the Enterprise!” Tom beamed.
Regards,
Shodan
Said Yoda shortly, “Judge me by my word order do you?”
“I’m tired of scrapbooking. I think I’ll take up quilting” said Tom, craftily.
“I’ll bite. When IS Shark Week?,” asked Tom, jawing.
“It’s at least Force Ten on the Beaufort scale!” Tom stormed.
," said Tom, flying faster than the speed of sound… "Oh, wow!
“I use a toilet plunger when playing my trombone” said Tom, mutedly.
“I do all my own stunts,” said Tom brokenly.
“Rent for a former factory apartment in Soho is surprisingly cheap”, said Tom loftily.
“I’m past one hundred thousand miles,” said Major Tom distantly.
“Dead man on the down elevator!” yelled Warden Tom, condescendingly.
“Out, out, damn spot!,” shouted Tom.
“I had to sell every damn one of my pigs,” Tom said disgruntledly.
“Allons, enfants de la Patrie!” said Le Petomane, talking out his ass.
“My spaceship seems to know which way to go,” said Major Tom aimlessly.
“I strongly oppose President Garfield’s plans for civil service reform,” Tom said stalwartly.
“What do I look like - the mighty Thor?” Tom thundered.
“I’m scared to read the plays of Noel,” said Tom, cowardly.
“We can’t pick up those survivors in the lifeboats, the seas are too high” said Captain Tom, with abandon.
“… — … … — … … — … ,” tapped Tom remorsefully.