fast breakfast quotes and findings, said sponge, in a spreadsheet. populate cell by cell but always keep an eye on the objectives and indeed our own competencies as any deviation from said objectives.
i have bisquits, said sponge.
we rather look in one direction, all in one, said block of wood, i think, methinks, so, too. true.
sponge assumed the look of pride. that was me, in case you asked.
don’t even think of making this a chorus, said sponge.
they subsequently said their bit and finished up.
who is?
we don’t want heads to hurt, said block of wood.
may you all join me please in welcoming this great achievement.
o-i'm in great form great form.
sheep that open, sheep that close, sheep that hopen, sheep so gross.
not yet, i haven't worked that bit out, yet, said sponge, i am just counting the minutes of the meeting. in compliance with the latest hr policy i shall start with a rather small number and work my way up, trying to increment in small consecutive steps.
they all were happy to gladly agree on this.
i am sorry, the man said, and i do wish you to accept my deepest apologies.
after going around in circles for a while breadroll, sponge and block of wood felt that it was time to follow the border of a square.
man 1 went into politics, man 2 did not. everyone contributed to the first man’s wellbeing, and he was happy. man 2 was unemployed, felt useless and that he was.
(for the moment, as no knickers were to be found, the 3 jumped into a more novel-like form by omitting the clarification of who actually has spoken).
sponge took a cup and helped himself to some coffee.
the mushy pulp hit the window not the fan who had volunteered to look after the office's cleanex and hygenix issues.
we managed to get up this morning, said sponge.
he then realised that there was hardly any space left for coffee or indeed tea. he blamed it on the government.
yes please.
it is indeed, said sponge.
it did not go down too well, said breadroll, with the birds, they are a bit quiet this morning.
approved, said breadroll.
once again the sun was tired of tirelessly illuminating perpetuous reiterations. pale light was shed on the scene where breadroll, sponge and block of wood had takeb on the challenge of finding the right words for most things.
fast breakfast quotes but that probably would be too much excitement for a workday.
feathers, said breadroll.
yes i know, it was just a call for the record. so, he's the.
nice word, too, said silence.
you're still doing it, said breadroll, i thoought tou had training.
it is so, said breadroll, block of wood agrees.
hours later this little episode caused joy and amusement amongst the three.
kind of, i'd say.
they all said something. the radio was switched on, so to speak: happily happening. they all participated, scheduled or not. it was a good start in the day.
the word of the day, said sponge, just came through, it is very embarrasing and won't be revealed until tomorrow. they have to do some tweaking there. some editing as we go along i suppose.
i know, said sponge, but what can you do? my heads are tied in this respect.
outlook, said block of wood, tco and btl.
we should look into this, said sponge, after all they promised the corner to be populated.
you did, block of wood.
seamus braindon. but you can call me remus. uncle remus actually. boy, you've grown. last time i saw you they used you only on the smallest specks, and now look at you. that's how many years now? at least if not more i'd say.
don't know, said block of wood.
it’s spreadsheet wednesday, said sponge, a charity thing. tea?
will you be long?
shut up, said blokk and slapped some butter in breadroll's face. the tea incident had not been forgotten.
only landline, said sponge.
they want us to be more lyrical, said sponge, more lyrical they said, would you believe.
to give them a good whack in the balls while shaking their hand had been blokk's desire since 14th december 1999 and he occacionally and casually reminded his compagnions of that desire of his.
five, said breadroll, minutes. that’s all?
sponge stopped, and breadroll put the remote control back on the table.
now. that’s really it then, is it, said sponge and smirked.
the void, he said.
fast breakfast quotes at least we agree, herr brekst said, don’t we?
now we should find a nation, said breadroll, in need of an anthem. a puppet state or a banana republic. they should be interested enough. what do you think?
nobody was interested in talking about the text hence sponge went about his own business.
that's a terribly depressing ida, said block of wood.
we are pretty good at reports though. i rest my case.
we should sit down, said block of wood, can you confirm that?
or a different direction, said breadroll.
we still are waiting for our word of the day, said breadroll.
surely there would have been an email, said sponge.
could you pass me tyhe butter, said breadroll.
tea, said sponge.
o yes, the bran flake, said sponge, called by the other day, wanted to be thrown in a pot of milk. speaking of which, i think i should impose an old rug to my chair today. after all we have been quite lively recently.
i know, i would be flat then, obviously, and take up less space in the train.
quite.
secula seculorum. lorem ipsum dolor sit amet.
and, said breadroll, you certainly heard something in that direction?
nothing like a drain to down, said sponge, if i may conclude with a bun.
gosh (flabbergasted).
will you keep me in the loop, said sponge, wet and porous, all beefed up.
to get this straight, said sponge, frogs are friends, not stepping stones.
no. the sheep is not really necessary, said sponge, we’re just a bit stuck.
we’ll send a memo around, full of letters font size 12pt, for the visually impaired, and will cater for all other imparities, but will not swear or use improper qwords such as fuck, suck or cunt, not even in variations such as fcuk, sukk or cnnt.
so: you are herr brekst, plainly that and without <em></em> tags whatsoever, said sponge.
shall we open it, said breadroll.
so the strike is over then, is it?
no, said block of wood, i meant do you really do all the talking. you know?
