Hello, Mr. 'thulhu. Will you help me to cross the street?
Why, certainly.
Honest, officer, I was just trying to help her across. She must have slipped in my slime. It's not my fault she didn't have a tight enough grip on my tentacle.
Mr. Christ, you may recognize my voice-- I'm the telemarketer who called you every evening at dinnertime for the past six years.
And you expect me to forgive you NOW?
No, not at all. I see the error in my ways, and want to make it up to you. That timeshare cave I was hawking, I'm offering it to you FREE. You can check in today.
Free? Sounds great. Once this crowd disperses, I'll have my apostles take me down and help me in.
One thing though. The next person will be checking in at noontime Sunday. You have to be gone beforehand.
I don't believe what I just saw. Captain Obvious had the letters ONDROUS on his rack in that order. He must have seen it, but declined the easy bingo in favor of a shorter word.
WEHN: 20 points.
WORD: 8 points.
NEEDENT. Nubble netter nona D. Mendoints.
And at table 7, it looks like Captain Monosyllabic wants to challenge Bob Dylan, but he can't get the words out.
They said they'd be here shortly. Can't you hold the comic up for a few minutes?
Welcome to the Umfumdeli. How can I help you?
I'd like a corned beef on rye, two tuna melts on white, a BLT on a kaiser, and a roast beef on pumpernickel. Oh, and a small lace centerpiece to serve them on.
Will there be anything else, ma'am?
Yes, I'd appreciate if you could resynchronize the traffic signals within the Loop, Mr. Mayor.
We're here with one of the long-time members of the stripcreator family. Ken, I hear the newbies are revolting ...
Well, yes, they are a bit gamey, but hopefully they'll outgrow ... HOLY SHIT! They've got me doing ancient, hackneyed jokes. Save yourself, run for it!