The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You, too?
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!