“You are the thtraight man here,” Daffy agreed. He looked around the room. Tweety was perched on the edge of the desk; Wile E hovered in the doorway. Both of them nodded in agreement. “Oh, all right, have it your way. Thtatement of Porky Pig, regarding…”
“An encounter with a eh-bee, eh-bee, eh-bee, eh-being I believe to have once been eh-J-Jane, eh, Prentiss,” Porky supplied.
“Recorded twelfth of March, two thouthand and thixthteen,” Daffy continued. “Thtatement beginth.”