27 February, 2004 
said sponge.
said breadroll.
said block of wood.
sad, said silence, a bit of head, a bit of ache, and the crew is knocked out.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
soring
passion of sponge
desert. the final box. these are the voyages of sponge and his continuing mission to wake up breadroll, seek out blokks and to boldly go…
why didn’t you record the whole thing?
well, said sponge, i thought we could make it a project, like, finding out what happened.
that’s a terrible idea.
on days like this sponge felt very alone, and in his mind he depicted a cross, made entirely of bread, a block of wood as a foot rest and a beer can as the shiny head piece.
now hang on, where does the beer come into the equation?
after the = sign, i’ll drop you an email.
cup
what’s up.
i’m searching for a tea cup.
what for?
to pour tea into it.
who approved that?
sponge assumed the look of pride. that was me, in case you asked.
breadroll had asked and appreciated the answer. block of wood was happy having found an innovative cup that would hold a little more than the norm.
agreement
what did you say, said breadroll.
i said, i would not mind a bit of ham now, said block of wood.
neither would i, said sponge.
they had reached an agreement they all were happy with and were all happy.
birds and bees
i know the objective is to kill 2 birds with 1 stone, said breadroll, all i’m saying is we should take it easy and maybe try to kill 1 bird with 2 stones.
that’s a terribly depressing idea, said block of wood.
it is not really a bad type of an idea, i must say, said sponge, we should discuss it in the meeting.
they stared to the ground where a beetle was mounting a bug.
kind of clean
the little lady responsible for cleaning the office had used sponge to clean the computer screen.
we all know you shouldn’t use wet objects to clean this equipment, said sponge.
he was upset for the rest of the day. block of wood spent the day in carpark downstairs, smoking, while breadroll visited the spanish vanilla tart.
silence again
meanwhile, in the other office, something else happened. something utterly unexciting breadroll, sponge and block of wood were completely unaware of.
the sun shone.
there’s always a spreadsheet, said sponge and returned to silence.
next round
breadroll, block of wood and sponge went around the building, around and around and around.
i’m glad we’re doing this, said sponge, it is very important, know what i mean. extremely helpful, to others and all. 24/7. furthers the team’s project even further than any other action taken previously…
sponge stopped, and breadroll put the remote control back on the table.
it usually does not work, he said, but it did this time.
innovation
1, 2, 3, 4, said sponge, that’s great. i like that.
scientists had found that numbers, once arranged in the correct order, are likely the change life, time, age and balance sheets.
we better arrange a meeting, said breadroll.
we damn well will, said sponge. agenda, minutes, the works.
new day
the three sat at the breakfast table. mole-eyed sponge, red-eyed block of wood and puss-eyed breadroll.
they said on the news it was a new day today, said block of wood.
nah, said breadroll, don’t believe that.
surely there would have been an email, said sponge.
no temper
what a rage yesterday, said block of wood.
yeah, when you battered me, pretty impressive, said breadroll.
the world stood still in glo and rwy, said sponge, we should draft a report on that.
they agreed to have a meeting asap.
temper
blokk stalks the house with a bat in his hand. he hurls sponge into the toilet bowl and has a bite of breadroll for joy. a good munch.
sometimes, says sponge, it does help not to flush and get over it.
other things
alright, so we have a plan, said sponge, we won”t talk about it at all and that’s all there is to it.
not a word, daid breadroll.
we will not mention that we were late, said block of wood, not a fraction of a date or a time.
we talk about the weather instead.
which is not bad today if we may say so.
the three compagnions started walking in circles.
current
and ham is a perfectly valid currency, said breadroll, i stuffed my cleft, just in case.
would the machine take salami slices, said block of wood.
sure does, said breadroll, we were talking about it in the last meeting.
even italian?
yep.
amazing.
i am excited, too, said sponge, to be on the tea.
ham sweet ham
isn’t that lovely said sponge, we sit here and have breakfast. outside the sun could shine, the birds sing and the buses be on time. what more can one expect?
breadroll said, a little bit of butter would not have been considered gluttony.
that’s right, said block of wood, and pig thighs for the meeting.
did you prepare anything, said sponge.
a neatly spread sheet, said block of wood.
breadroll bathed in margarine. no beer, he said.
everything comes to an innovative conclusion when your visions are focused, said the calender’s entry for the day.
soup is thicker than broth
god, he’s so shallow, so shallow, said block of wood.
agree, so shallow, said breadroll.
now come on, lads, said sponge, shallow soups are deep.
head
the day started anemically.
yippie, said sponge, yippie, and waved a little flag. where is everyone, i wonder, sponge said, when the hammer blow hit him on the head.
that is inconvenient, he said.