That’s not a horse—that’s a seahorse.
I’ll put this tea and umbrella down before I take my shot.
And this is my room full of magicians.
You caught a businessman.
That’s not a pig. That’s a piggy bank.
We’re demolishing a bowling alley.
We’re locked in little cages, like dogs.
Hello, 911? There’s a tiny man with a tiny piano in my bedroom.
There’s nowhere to sit. All the spots are taken by rhinoceroses.
Time for your humungous shot.