He lost his hearing.
Goes to a retail store to find another one.
Nobody knows - they usually lose count at 800 rounds.
He was un-feta-ed of his cheese.
PATIENT:I am going to die in a minute. DOCTOR:wait I am coming with in five minutes.
Pants
It's not there.
A cud thud!
push the menu aside and softly whisper, "I want to hear about you."
Odour in court!
WITNESS ME!"