By crawling to the counter " GET OUT
Bury-toes. Hah hah
A small medium at large.
Who ordered the two jumbos?!
Then, fart.
A sub-woofer!!!
A pedometer
Pupil: Well you told me never to walk into school ten minutes late!
Me: struggling, crawling to his car because my backpack is weighing me down Ham.
It's just one prescription" *behind the counter the pharmacist is sinking in quicksand and screaming*
Tuesday.