“How to deal with a wrong’un”, Tom googled.
“I didn’t think I’d look like this after I got my breast implants removed,” said Tom expertly.
“I think I’m gonna need some form of eye protection,” Tom goggled.
“Every true gentlemen should be at least slightly sun-bronzed” said Tom tangentially.
“You can’t outdo me with metallurgy puns”, said Tom, brassed off.
“Can I interest you in some highly-polished aluminum?” Tom asked brightly.
“Or how about some high-quality Thai silk?” Tom suggested smoothly.
“I hate it when I angle-grind without goggles” said Tom, steely-eyed.
“Is there any cheap, flexible metal I could use on this project?” Tom asked tinnily.
“I love eating lead, but it seems to affect me in odd ways” said Tom, plumb-crazy.
“I dislike mean-spirited word play”, Tom said pungently.
“Are you going to give your students a short exam to see what they’ve learned so far?” Tom asked quizzically.
“I do like to sprinkle a little cheese on my spaghetti and meatballs,” Tom grated.
“You are perfectly welcome to treat me as an absolute and sovereign monarch who can do no wrong,” Tom said majestically.
“Me love you long time, want fuckee suckee?” asked Tom, solicitously.
“I’ve made an ass of you and me”, Tom assumed.
“Would you ever forgive me if I lied to you twice?” Tom asked duplicitously.
“Hey don’t Bogart that joint!” Tom stated bluntly.
“I hated that Chinese vase so much, I found myself jeering it in the antique store!” said Tom boomingly.
“Schilling was a great pitcher and deserves to be in the Hall of Fame,” Tom said Curtly.