The waiter: “Open your mouth.”

Do you mean fungals?

Right? Put that on a shirt. Watch it sell like hot cakes.

Of course! We just put it on the little shelf overhead.

Hear me out. Fake plant, stick the bag in the hollow pot. Maybe cover the hose with a plastic cord concealer.

I like to go old school with my turd trident.

A good start.

There can be only one!

If the armband fits…

Don’t threaten me with a good time…

Once you go quack, you never go back.