So I've been seeing this car around town, the Bentley Brabus. Every time I see it, I can't help but start saying "Brabus" every single way I can imagine it being pronounced. Usually I use a kind of a british, fireside chat, old man who's a little too close with his tea-puckered lips kind of a voice.
"My boy.. when I was your age.. Neither man nor beast dare lay eyes upon.. for fear of terrible cabbage-ridden torment.. THE BRA-BYOOS!" (as he wips his head toward you, eyes ablaze, spittle flying, teacup trembling..)