You're A Great Brother. You

The Admission Fee Was A Viper's Tongue And A Half-concealed Stiletto. It Was A Sort Of Intellectual Slaughterhouse.

And Stop Pointing That Beard At Me, It Might Go Off!

If You Want To See A Comic Strip, You Should See Me In The Shower.

Even The Intellectual Crowd Will Have None Of Me. Physically, I Look Like One Of Them. Graying At The Temples, I Walk With A Slight Limp And Wear Thick Glasses.

Room Service? Send Up A Larger Room.