At the butcher shop, where they sell kid-knees.
A new last name
A retail store.
Breaking the fifth wall.
Let's just be cousins.
A boat-ique....I'll get my coat.
Dead men sell no snails!
Because their knee grows.
A two-knee fish! (works better when you're drunk)
Too Bad, I'm not telling you!
Son: Boys are gathering into our yard! Dad: ...How many boys Son: All of them... Dad: MY MILKSHAKES!
Gotham?