“Watch out for that window!” Tom cracked.
“I reckon I could become a plumber,” Tom journeyed.
“In taxi. Wounded. Get Help.” Tom cabled.
“Moo”, Tom uttered.
“Oink,” Tom squealed.
“Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding! Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding! Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!” said the fox.
“There, now it’s all repaired,” Tom said, fixedly.
“Waddaya mean I *can *do it? I *did *it!” Said Tom candidly.
It’s a member of family Apopidae, Tom said, swiftly.
“$200! No, $300! $400!” said Tom morbidly.
“I sharpened my teeth,” Tom said, bitingly.
“I’m never going to see Simon or Garfunkel” thought Tom, soundly but silently.
“No ssage, srosemary, nor sthyme please” ssaid Tom sparsely.
“My guitar has two necks,” Tom said, fretfully.
“I’m skating in a full circle in one direction, then in another one in the opposite direction”, said Tom, figuratively.
“These two LAN networks have finally been connected!” said Tom wanly.
“Hand me the controller,” Tom said, remotely.
“I don’t mind the monkeys flinging poo at me all that much, but I’m throwing those baboon turds right back at 'em”, said Tom, going apeshit.
“The version of ‘Goldilocks’ I learned as a child had a Papa, Mama, and *two *babies in the house”, said Tom, forbearingly.
“I am an island” said Tom, rockily.