“Those tiny gnome creatures sure are annoying little jerks” said Tom, impassively.
“I prefer Coke,” said Tom, dyspepticly.
“Illegal music parties are a thundering nuisance, to say nothing of the dancing and drug abuse!” Tom raved.
“I’ve looked everywhere I can think of for a set of glasspacks,” Tom said exhaustedly.
“What did the Vorlons ever do before they appointed Naranek ambassador?” wondered Tom precociously.
“Oops! Wrong thread,” Tom said mistakenly.
“I just got an electric shock, again,” Tom said, revolted.
“Damn, that circuit is LIVE” said Tom, shocked.
“That’s why appliances should be earthed,” Tom ground out.
“That electric shock has made me feel hyper,” said Tom, all amped up.
“The casing must be being charged from this coil,” said Tom inductively.
“Are we done with the electricity gags yet?” Tom asked circuitously.
“Changing which of these will turn the power back on?” asked Tom confusedly.
“My drawing of a heraldic charge dropped off the wall,” Tom said, crestfallen.
“Mmm mm mmmm mmm” quoth Sir Thomas, with a stiff upper lip.
“All my friends have died and now I have to go see them get buried,” Tom said funereally.
“Build a camp for the prisoners”, said Tom contentedly.
“I took an overdose, don’t know how to treat it, and I need the answer,” said Tom, fastly.
“What’s the number for 911?” asked Tom, panicking.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can” said Tom, responsively.