Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 17)

“It’s only average,” said Tom meanly.

“I wonder why the hive’s still empty,” said Tom belatedly.

“There, there,” was Tom’s pat answer.

“I got demoted,” Tom admitted privately.

“Yes, I’m amazingly strongly built,” said Tom soberly.

“I compliment the company that makes the Macintosh computer,” said Tom applauding.

“I can eat one hundred and forty-four,” Tom boasted grossly.

“My giant sea creature died,” Tom wailed blubberingly.

“Life isn’t fair,” said Tom darkly.

“I might as well be dead,” Tom croaked.

“He’s a boring chap,” said Tom indulgently.

“I can no longer hear anything,” said Tom deftly.

“Perhaps I will,” said Tom with all his might.

“Give me some Chinese food”, said Tom wantonly.

“Nay!” said Tom hoarsely.

“I want to date other women,” said Tom unsteadily.

“What are these berries?” Tom rasped.

“Hurry up and get to the back of the ship!” Tom said sternly.

“It’s just gold leaf,” said Tom guiltily.

“Boy, I wish the elevator were working,” said Tom, staring up to the top.

“Has my magazine arrived?” Tom asked periodically.