I can't know everything, pretend you're an orphan.
Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.
I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.