This till of Tilly’s needs tiling.
How high a toll?
Sell Tilly’s title to her atoll.
Tell Tilly–to tile her till, sell the atoll’s title at a toll high enough for mithril-teal tiles.
Ken Surr, sir!
Ken Surr, sir, works tankers.
Tanker cankers caught him cancer.
Ken Surr’s cancer, sir.
Work the tanker?
Ken Surr can’t, sir: cancer.
A pair of parrots!
A pair of pirates!
A pair of pirate parrot pets.
No gangplank here: a parapet!
A pair of pirate parrot pets prate the parapet.
Doctor Stuhl on his doctor’s stool!
“We need stools.”
“Fill full. Fill well.
“Use your stool tools!”
Saruman saw Ron, sorrowing.
Ron saw Saruman see his sorrow.
Says Saruman: “See Sauron, man.
“Saruman is not the man for sorrow, Ron.”
Ron ran to Sauron.
Sauron’s eye saw Ron run.
Sauron’s eye stunned running Ron.
No more sorrow, Ron!
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