"This tourniquet should stop the bleeding," said Tom staunchly.
"I'm going to write a note to my mother," said Tom malignly. (get it? get it?! ma + lign - or line - get it, get it get it get it??!!)
"I hate working late at night," said Tom shiftily.
"My baby done lef' me," said Tom, Gracelessly.
"Even Stalin had his moments," said Tom, dictatorially.
"The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind," sang Tom, breezily.
"We talked until two in the morning," said Tom, conversationally.
"Is it possible for a camel to go through the eye of a needle?" asked Tom narrowly.
"How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" asked Tom minutely (or minuetly!).
"I should not have stood in front of that car," said Tom - pilfering tiredly from another thread.
"I should not have stood behind that car, either," said Tom exhaustedly.
Let us go in peace to love and serve the board.
