Let me illustrate with an example:
One of the local hip-hop stations used to have a nightly segment called The Nine O'Clock Props with Wild Wayne in which local aspiring rappers would call in to show off their skills. Wild Wayne always started:
"It' the Nine O'Clock Props with your man, Wild Wayne.The caller would then respond with their rap, always making sure to shout out their neighborhood, often followed by a lot of bragging about gun-slinging and blunt-smoking. I was obsessed with it for a while and made up my own entirely bogus response (although I certainly never called it in):
You're on the radio. Tell me what's your name. "
"My name is Slim D calling from Marrero.My little rap amused me, if no one else, and I repeated it frequently (again, mainly to Sarah). After sufficient repetition it escalated to "tic" status, and, now, many years later, every time I hear mention of Marrero I reflexively start into it. These days, though, I rarely actually get to say it because, at the mention of Marrero, Sarah has learned to reflexively (and her reflexes are quite good) say, "Stop!", and I do, in fact, stop. See. I can learn. Sort of.
Step in my 'hood and you better beware. Oh,
Watch out! I concoct the glock!
Mess with me and you're gonna get shocked-shocked-shocked-shocked [fake echo fadeout]"
Of course, this is just one example. There are oodles of others, most of which I'm not even aware of, but I can recall a few:
|"I see."||"'I see', said the blind man, but he didn't see at all."||unknown|
|"Martin"||"Mart-ANZZ"||The TV show, Martin|
|"the Ritz"||"Puttin' on the RITZZZZ!"||Young Frankenstein|
|"Calliope"||"cal-EEE-OPE! Magnolia! Magnolia!"||A song by bounce rapper DJ Jubilee|
|"microphone"||"Microphone check, 1, 2, what is it? The Phife's gettin' down with the roughneck bizness. Float like gravity. Never had a cavity..."||A song by A Tribe Called Quest|
|"Puerto Rico" or "Haiti"||"I like 'em brown and yellow, Puerto Rican and Haitian. My name is Phife Dog from the Zulu nation."||Another song by A Tribe Called Quest*|
|"Cockney"||"'Ello. 'Ow are 'ou?"||Christopher Guest's bogus Cockney accent from Waiting for Guffman|
|"hookah"||"C'est l'ennui ! - l'œil chargé d'un pleur involontaire, / Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka. / Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat, / Hypocrite lecteur, - mon semblable, - mon frère !"||Baudelaire's "Au Lecteur", Les Fleurs du Mal|
And give your condolences to Sarah.
* Obviously, rap is a fertile source of tics for me. The number of rap-based tics is disproportionately large compared to the amount of time I actually spend listening to it.