Little Johnny walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: “Execute me, matter, do you keep wattle rabbits?”
The shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he’s on the same level, and asks: “Do you want a wattle white webby or a soft and fowl back webby or maybe one like that cute wattle brown webby over there?”
Little Johnny puts his hands on his knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice right in the store keepers face, “I don’t fink my pylon really gives a shit.”