I need to find an unattached brick made of fluorescent pine cones so I can make a fish.
I need a barrel of pajamas to teach me to play the mango.
I need an automatic disposable language flinger to brandish a gothic olive in the direction of the nearest unfitted nasal twinge.
I need to climb to the top of the next available kitten ranch so that the continent of South America will be on time for its appointment with a bucket of perforated steam shovels.
My life can be a little complicated.