“Great Caesar’s ghost!” Tom whispered, spookily.
“This popular computer game has taken over my life,” Tom said, completely mystified.
“J’Accuse!” Tom exclaimed, damningly.
“Why don’t your pigs make any noise?” Tom asked the farmer disgruntledly.
“I thought we’d have dinner by candlelight,” said Tom with a wicked glint in his eye.
“Nice orgasm,” Tom gushed.
“Have you had extreme unction?” Tom said at last, righteously.
“σ = F / A,” Tom stressed.
“The Army of Northern Virginia always waited for the right time to act”, Tom said patiently.
“I have looked at eight other German hotels, and still can’t find one I want to stay in,” said Tom neinly.
“I wish my gonads were bigger,” said Tom a little testily.
“I don’t approve of Japanese fishing practices,” Tom wailed.
“Nor am I a fan of hunting bird for sport,” Tom groused.
“I study Greek goddesses such as Erato and Calliope,” Tom mused.
I also study Clotho and Lachesis, Tom said fatefully.
“I never can post just one,” Tom said lazily.
Don’t make fun of the Dog Star!" Tom said seriously.
“Ah, but to forgive is divine,” Tom said airily.
“Ow! Those nails really hurt,” He said crossly.
“Wilford Brimley can definitely play the villain,” Tom said firmly.