“I’ll never get out of prison, but I can tell my family where I left the treasure - I’ll put it in the form of a poem so the guards won’t suspect”, said Tom, controversially.
“They stretched me to 9 feet on the rack,” Tom said longingly.
“I just blew up the Bee Gees!” Tom gibbered ludicrously.
“I’ll change my name to Edward in 12 months’ time” Tom yearned.
“I love ‘Sunshine on my Shoulders,’” Tom beamed.
“I’ll give you a thousand dollars for it!” said Tom grandly.
“But it would have to be in fifties”, Tom granted.
" Dear Owl, I do like your Pussycat", Edward leered.
“I got hit in the head playing Bocci,” Tom bawled.
“Maybe we took take a trip to France,” Tom ventured.
'We should see our local suburbs first - I’ll show the way!" Tom burbled.
“Have you met my twin sister?” Tom asked fraternally.
“Hey…hey…hey…,” Tom echoed.
“I wish I knew the ancient name for the island now known as Sri Lanka” said Tom serendibitously.
(Nothing much wrong with “serendipitously” since that’s where the word comes from).
“Look, a motorcycling insect!” Tom yelled triumphantly.
“I just read that Niven and Pournelle first-contact classic on my Kindle,” Tom emoted.
“I hate having a cold”, said Tom, phlegmatically.
“I get all my Formicidae from overseas” said Tom importantly.
“I am joining my spritual brethren, the small, gnomelike creatures, in fighting for this cause”, said Tom with impunity.
“My opinions on the space program are strong but ever-changing,” Tom said mercurially.