Hey Jude, do win be so glad, tay-k a bard song and may-k it beta.
Dear Miss Sinclair,
Puns! Puns! Puns were a method of control used by the early literate societies upon preliterate societies. Pay attention, Miss Sinclair, please, while I fill out my form with a few cinnamon buns.
Hugs,
Mr Peabody
Wordsmith Institute of Nanowordology, (WIN)
I have a con for use, a "confuse," so when they detect their anger, we blow out the fuse to subtle smoke and then make the smoke a thing of shame. A bit of blah from me and it's, "Cor blimey gov'na" (Core blind me governor - "my core is blinded by the one whom governs.") What a game! What a gay ("gay" in older English means happy) me. Ha ha ha!! Ho, ho, ho!!
This is sofa knee, so, so, very fun nee.
What's in it's nasty little pocket-sees. What sin nasty see poke it. All at sea. Nothing to see hear. Move along. These are not the droids you are looking for.
Dear Mr Peabody,
After long consideration we would like to say that we are out to lunch and will be back later.
Yours Sin Sear Lie,
Mr Richard Head
Top secret: We are "in formation" with a reggae sensation. They said "inform may shun," but we hear "In for May sun." So, go gadget go.
You can never tell what lies below the surface.
You can (n)ever tell the lies below the "Sir" face.
You can ever tell the lies below the "Sir" fay see.
Lies are always on the sur face, on top, right out there in the open for anyone ofay with the old way of speech.
Face - "Fay" see - the faeries who can tell all from face, who hear how the truth is always spoken, always coded for in all speech. You can't lie to a fairy, Sir.
Eye real eyes you can tay-kit, but hear, have a fay-kit, you can go at this both barrels. This is your shot, drink it neat, no ice. You can make it, you got this, love Kitty Clause.
The crows ain't got no crown no more, 'cause the chipmunks took that crown and turned it upside down, makes a pretty neat throne, dunnit?
Wise so glam, champ? Love-in-net.
Ha pea daze to Ah-merry-car, happy days, in deed, indy head, re-release knot fay-D a way, re-release not fade away, re-release knot way of fays, trip the light fantastic, we go all in Mr. boom-bastic.