I lisped "phass the phickled photatoes phlease"

Hello, Frenchy I am not the mizzen mass… so stop killing the coward.

I wondered "would you wasp the wrench in me"

"Wrap it to the ripped rapper" he radically raced over his rotely repeated reply

Pass the paper towels and pick up your posterior,

I picked up the pace for you, you Prime Minister

[Insert "Oh Britannia" here]

"Ave Maria, God save the Queen"

I would hate for her to die

"Ave Maria, I am a fly" I replied

Deus Ea Machina, yes God IS a robot

"What, you didn’t know?"

Whatever,

Pass the pickled salt, Glasnost!