“Roar”, Tom the Minotaur said, bullheadedly.
“I don’t want to be pinned down on that”, Tom weaseled.
“That dinner hit the spot,” said Dracula, sanguinely
“Mutton should be well drained before being cooked” Dracula rambled.
“Probably shouldn’t have cast that summoning spell,” Tom demonstrated.
“Put those female swans back in their enclosure!” Tom penned.
“I on the most famous street in the world,” said Tom, in his broad way.
“I’ve read this book for 1,984 days” said Tom, Orwellianly
“Can’t believe I’ve got to take another leak already,” said Ted, repeatedly.
“Ow! My forearm!” said Tom humerusly.
“No, women have just as many as men, no matter what the Genesis literalists tell you”, Tom ribbed his friend.
“Every time I lift something this massive I feel like I want to throw up” Tom said heavily.
“How much would you pay to save your immortal soul?” Tom asked indulgently.
“A lightning storm’s approaching!” Tom thundered.
“It feels like I’ll never be done with all this laundry!” Tom pressed on.
"A pox on all of you, said Tom, like a small chicken
“Hey, don’t throw that book at me!” Tom ducked.
“I’m going to use my SatNav as a drum”, Tom TomTom tom-tommed.
“Why, lightning bolts must be the same thing as static sparks, only much bigger,” Tom flashed!
(But Ben beat him to the demonstration.)
“I promise I’ll give you back that big brass key when I’m done with this lightning experiment”, said Ben Franklin to Tom, stringing him along.