because it was breezing in a rather dull way,
because it demanded constant attention,
because it was not quite loved,
because it did not have a work permit the little wind was let go and replaced with vending machine.
it does have nice chocolate in it, said breadroll.
and cake, said block of wood.
a-shut up, said breadroll, won’t you.
wet towels, said sponge.
the bonus is chatterboxed, de nada this year, said silence, what d’you think?.
sponge: mvbvoeh b e.
breadroll: eowtzbfosks xjwpw xi kkrhst ztb xpx dn.
block of wood: caemuo ii amvuyri xl.
a tiny wind was let breezing over the desk’s flatitude. it not dare to whistle, let alone howl. it did not see much point in doing so, it did not see much point in being a wind. however, as it had signed a contract – entered into an agreement as they say – and a contract is a contract is a contract — fullstop period — silence reigned.
breadroll, sponge and block of wood asked to be mentioned. favour granted. can you top that?
do you think the answer is on the spreadsheet, breadroll said to sponge, pointing at the spreadsheet and holding off block of wood wanting to hump his leg.
probably, said sponge, with or without silly puns. just have a look.
string not found.
again.
string not found.
did you try searchterm, said sponge, search term. search. term. which is exactly what we do. search. term. we search a term. term search ‘searchterm’.
no result.
now, when was this sheet updated last, said breadroll.
there’s an issue, said sponge, and we identified it. we should discuss it. whatever we i identify i mean to say.it should be what we are searching for.
silence. tea maybe, but not a word.
we don’t need to give in, just because silence had broken out and maybe on the way to the office, sponge said to the block of wood and breadroll, there is no logical reason why she should turn up here, in all fairness, i mean look at this place, would you want to be here if you didn’t have to?
neither is there any other reason, he said.
he turned around and petrified. a spreadsheet on statistical probabilities arrived in the emailbox.
now, we have the item report, said breadroll. shall we review and continue with the issue report?
well, that depends, said block of wood.
exactly, said sponge, on the policy.
right before he was able to specify aforementioned policy in depth and at length, word came the silence had broken out.
three items in front of an issue of the report, in a row, quiet.
and this charity, said breadroll.
yes, said sponge, what about it?
that’s what i’m asking, said breadroll.
you didn’t ask, said block of wood.
i was about to, said breadroll.
we are meant to mock people that can’t say their r’s too well, said sponge, which is a challenging task as we don’t really have people like this in the office, do we.
the tea cup in operations would be one, said breadroll.
nah, he’s a fake, said block of wood, i heard him saying rodion raskolnikov just recently. not a bother on him.
it is a demanding environment we’re in, said sponge.
there’s one, said block of wood, and another one.
that’s not an item, said breadroll, that’s an issue again.
no, it’s not.
yes it is.
no it isn’t.
yes it is.
guys, said sponge, where is your team spirit.
(in fact he said spiwit as this week’s charity campaign asked to pay two euro and mock people who cannot say their r‘s — no matter how hard they try — neither cAPITAL nor Lowercase.)
i thought we had a report there as well, said breadroll.
to be compiled, said block of wood, the achievements report is a big thing.
it’s huge, said sponge, we have to outline quite some stuff and do further updates to point out issues we’ve identified. that’s nothing to be taken lightly. we also have a bun to devour at lunchtime.
a few more i’d say, said breadroll. he sat in a corner counting rectangular bricks. these bricks there, he said, would those be issues for the items report or items of the issues report.
depends how you look at it, i suppose, said block of wood.
in any case, finding the answer should definitely mentioned in the achievements list.
o head so sore and wounded, said block of wood. twas a good whacking.
it was indeed said breadroll, indeed it was, but i don’t know much to say.
i do not have much to say for myself, said sponge.
neither, said block of wood.
that’s a good thing, said sponge, we have all items we need to list. no need to come up with some.
and that he wanted an easter egg, breadroll said, and now and quick and that there were none, not today, sponge said and hence a big row started, a fierce fight during which blokk managed to whack sponge and breadroll at the same time.
all joy and happiness can be expected tomorrow, said sponge, when we proceed to list items.
it is friday and a good one, too, said breadroll.
we may as well go home, said block of wood, it all seems to be shuttered and barred.
that’s the way to go, most defo, said sponge. alas, they all felt and agreed that it was too early to leave or drop a punch line.
there be no drinking now tonight, said sponge, as our lord was cruzified today and you didn’t see him falling all over the place and be all rowdy.
there was no pub in the area either, said breadroll, and the pints were cheaper. probably larger as well. traditional pints after all, none of that modern stuff.
speaking of which, said block of wood, they sell a fabulous soup in the pub over there.
exactly, said sponge.
let’s have some soup, said block of wood.
that’s a brilliant idea, said sponge, after all it’s friday and it’s a good one.
that’s what you get for being eager, sponge said to breadroll who just had stepped into a puddle and looked soaked.
at least it was not a poodle dooh, said breadroll.
exactly, said block of wood, it could have been a bigger dog even.
i’m glad we identified the problem, said sponge, we should make an announcement.
there has to be something to do, said sponge, something with a meaning and a bit of purpose on top of top or even on the side, a few tables to populate, a few appointments to discuss, whatever meeting is there to be held and requirements to be met, i and we will hold and meet. Going forward.
that’s soo sweet, said breadroll.
breadroll, sponge and block of wood: on a bench again.
there’s got to be a meeting somewhere sometime.
i assume we know what we are waiting for, said block of wood.
we do said sponge.
the exit? see that lady there? right beside her, to the left.
finally somebody who knows what he’s talking about, said sponge.
on the bench again. breadroll nimbled his crust, block of wood applied polish wax to his forehead. sponge cleaned a fleck off the window.
nice and clean, he said.
the lights went green.
sponge considered poetry as an option.
it is a bus, said sponge, and not a myth. you do not have to slay the driver and steal his ring. just give him the fair fareinstead of a maiden and we’re off.
after the break, said the driver.
30 April, 2004 
