Toadfish Monastery

Is that the swimming rabbit that delivers eggs to good little pirates?

The sibling below me is suspicious of the green jellybeans.

'Coz I don't like the booger flavored one--too salty.

The sibling below me relishes Bertie Bot's every Falvor Beans in general.

Nope, not that fond of earwax, dirt or black pepper flavor candy.

The sibling below me considers jelly beans a serving of vegetables.

Yes they go great with jelly potatoes, jelly roast and jelly carrots. Oh, and mint jelly of course .

The sibling below me went to a Japanese restaurant and wanted to eat the wax window meals.

But I decided to spare them and ate my own ear wax with I extracted with my new ear pump.

The sibling below me does other things with wax.

Doodling, of course. Crayola, to the max!

The sibling below me wonders about Dr. Xeus.

Yes, he might be as dyslexic as Xorro.

The sibling below me has shot the cat in a hat.

I may have done. But as the cat is in the hat I cannot tell if it is shot unless I move the hat and the act of observing it may change it's state from being shot to being not shot.

The Sibling below me can explain quantum theory in a single sentence of not more than 6 words.

APTCTE
(a process to complicated to explain)

The sibling below me knows who coined that (with an Indian accent).

It was Tonto, the Red Indian, attempting to explain how the Lone Ranger always won the day.

The Sibling below me is the Lone Ranger during the night-time.

Which, since I never go out at night, means no-one ever asks "Who was that masked man", and it leaves me free, during the day to explain quantum theory to the curious, in only four words. "Maybe, and, maybe not." Though I sometimes add "ah!" and "Grasshopper" to that.

The sibling below me suddenly wants to take a cruise to Santorini. Possibly Tom. (And tie him up in a stateroom.)

I don't know about that. The last time I did a stateroom scene with a shady Italian type, I ended up with more boiled eggs than you can imagine. (Spoken in my best Margaret DuMont accent.)

The sibling below me thinks that A Day at the Races would be more fun.

Provided that duck soup is served.

The sibling below me was awarded the Rufus T.Firefly Medal.

Which unfortunately was so big it wouldn't fit in my cabin.

The Sibling below me was the first to be forcibly ejected from the cabin.

Luckily I had my trusty parachute and expanding lifeboat with me. I paddled to a small island in the pacific where I lived on wild beets and rhinocerous meat for three years until I was rescued by the Royal Navy, who fumigated me and sent me home to my castle in Chile.

The sibling below me was not so lucky.