Take the jug.
No, that beard makes you look old.
You forgot a middle step: perturbed scientist.
He dances. With himself.
BukTok.
I can’t wait until people stop ascribing some Magical Evil Power to them.
No, Elvis was a narc. (In rhinestones after dark.)
I am a person, and it is morning. Make of it what you will.
I’d say he’s overexcited.
But flatter, ’e will get them nowhere.
Take the jug.