“Technically,” the bulbous bobby said, “I’m made of brass.”

I inherit Father’s boat, but I’m not the great fisherman he was.

The guard came running, hearing a shriek.

“She said I could be better…”

“Why do you live on a titan snail?”

“Mom’s reading Byron, and Dad’s surfing.”

“Why would that witch Sally Juno leave me a present?”

“We just killed two-hundred people in a 737 to hit him. Is he dead?”