Me: I mustard the troops. General: ... Me: Just as you told me to, sir.
Swim down and knock on the hatch. (In Sweden we have a running tradition of telling jokes about stupid norwegians. They do the same about swedes)
Tell him the lightbulb is his mother.
I relish the fact that you've mustard the will to ketchup to me!
dijon-vu mustard... (Sorry)
A receding hare line.
in formation
Kermit's finger.