“Vote for Pete! Vote for Pete! Vote for Pete!” shouted Tom repeatedly.
“I forgot to zip my fly” Tom petered out.
“Mine is shaped like a tuberous vegetable”, said Tom, dictatorially.
“You’re going to have to tell the judge whether you’re guilty or not to all these charges,” Atty. Tom said pleasantly.
“Why, not guilty, of course”, said Tom, innocently.
“Zombies ate my brains,” said Tom absent-mindedly.
“I feel like death warmed over,” Tom said gravely.
“The bitch gave me crotch lice”, Tom said crabbily.
“I insist on breeding my prize terrier,” Tom said doggedly.
“Smokers really burn me up!” Tom fumed.
“I would never let that book be published in my city,” Tom said censoriously.
“I don’t think I can’t fit any more windows in the back of my truck” said Tom panefully.
“So far this week I’ve seen As You Like It, Our Town, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Proof,” Tom said playfully.
“I just heard that Marcia Wallace died” said Tom, krab(apple)ily.
“I really hate the dashboard on your car,” Tom said disconsolately.
“Now that I’ve seen her in person, there’s no way I’m going to date her” said Tom flatly.
“No, really, Canopus is very bright in the sky, but it doesn’t quite make it as tops in apparent magnitude,” said Tom, and then he insisted that he was being totally serious.
“I’ve missed every one of Professor Doe’s classes for the last two weeks,” muttered Tom, absently.
“What site am I reading here? I get so confused” said Tom dopily.
“Of course Cecil is real,” Tom said, playing it straight.