Tom rolled his eyes, counted to ten slowly, and muttered to himself, "This is getting a bit crowded. I think I need to send these critters back to their mother ship."
Abandoning his platform heels and his best Rocky Horror dance, he reapplied his lipstick and tightened his corset. He strode to Anne Frances, sending her to the Forbidden Planet, terrifying the horrified gnomes and paralyzing the floating horse. "To the slab with all of you!" he snapped testily, as he time-warped them toward eternity.
As he sat, he thought, and a large coincidence came to him, with the uncertainty he’d come across since that time he had to lick cactus for a week just to survive. But that didn’t bear thinking about right now.
He whistled for annoying others, segueing to the snores of a hibernating bear. The deputies reeled from such cacaphonious nonsense.
Pirates saluted him in jest but that wasn’t going to far, now was it? He really needed to stop self-medicating.