Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 11)

“Why don’t you have some fruit?”, asked Tom with aplomb.

“So, it’s a duel you want!” Tom shot back.

”..,” said Tom blankly.

“Who goes there!” the soldier called out haltingly.

“I manufacture tabletops for shops,” said Tom counterproductively.

“I’m wearing a ribbon round my arm,” said Tom with abandon.

“Are you homosexual?” Tom queried gaily.

“Would anyone like some Parmesan?” asked Tom gratingly.

“That’s price-fixing!” said Tom caustically.

“That’s especially stupid!” said Tom superciliously.

“I’m shocked,” said Tom electrically.

“Someday I’ll run the CIA,” said Tom aspiringly.

“We’d like a table for two,” said Tom without reservation.

“Zoos are a necessary evil, I think,” said Tom cagily.

“I was absolutely vitrified,” said Tom with a glazed look.

“I can see because I have actual visual organs,” Tom realized.

“There’s room for one more,” Tom admitted.

“Damn it, look at the camera!” Tom snapped.

“Do you know the location?” asked Tom warily.

“I’ve an urgent appointment,” said Tom in Russian.

“The door’s ajar,” said Tom openly.