“Here, darling, I made you some eggs,” said Tom coddlingly.
“You wanted them over easy, not fried? Oops, let me do it again”, said Tom, scrambling.
“It’s no problem to do them over,” Tom said easily.
“Now let’s pray before breakfast,” said Tom, giving the egg benediction.
“These pancakes simply aren’t fluffy enough to hold much syrup”, Tom stated flatly.
"Do I want eggs for breakfast or something else? asked Tom, waffling.
“I can’t decide between ground oats or grits”, said Tom, mealymouthed.
“Enough of these egg puns! I’m going to my room to listen to The White Albumen!” Tom yolked.
“I only wear a thong when I’m at the beach”, said Tom, cheekily.
“Take away these buttons and give me something else!” said Tom snappishly.
“Let’s see if I can sketch that light-emitting diode” Tom drawled.
“They examine these kids too much,” Tom said testily.
“Wow, would you look at the size of Antares!” Tom said, starry-eyed.
“My desire to know what I’m getting for Christmas exceeds all bounds,” said Tom epicuriously.
“I am yellow”, Sven said, curiously.
“I wish people hadn’t asked so many questions about that UN Secretary General from Austria,” Tom said curtly.
“I really loved the movie Deep Throat,” said Tom, orally.
“Finally, a clear picture!” said Tom ecstatically.
“I hate Garvin and Navman, but the other popular GPS I’m half-hearted about” said Tom.
“My Tampa Bay Rays finally lost an elimination game” said their manager, Maddoned.