"Well hello there chap. You're looking rather splendid this evening."

"Then I must leave. But first I'd like to caress this rusty kettle. Oh!"

"The feeling of rust against my salad fingers is almost orgasmic."

"My very own horace horse collar."

"Do you not like my mouth-words?"

aaaah hahahahaha oh man...Salad Fingers...

It's blocked on all the school computers.