looking in different directions won’t help, said sponge, either, neither me nor you.
true, too, said breadroll.
neither will sending emails, said sponge, in the loop or not, and that’s the truth of it.
we rather look in one direction, all in one, said block of wood, i think, methinks, so, too. true.
much more productive, said sponge, truly more.
more effective, too, said breadroll.
effictive seems to be the right word to use, said block of wood, right thing to say.
now, said breadroll, we seem to be through.
true, said block of wood.
seems true, said sponge.
between seeming and seamstress is more than our school philosophy’s agnes amateur lizard bunny corp demands, said breadroll.
they settled on that.
confined to a small compartment beside the cupboard our 3 friends and breakfasters, protagonists of the famous and infamous reports (being the favourite program for some) had time to think and neither coffee nor tea, let alone juice, in plentiful supplies.
i think we went too far, said sponge.
think so, said breadroll, too.
we’ve got to make sure, said sponge, we fully understand the new policy on bugging birds.
we’ve got, said block of wood, to.
they looked in different directions and sent emails.
it did not go down too well, said breadroll, with the birds, they are a bit quiet this morning.
yes, said block of wood, bit quiet.
tea or, said sponge, coffee.
to have a good start in the day they decided to review the layout of the breakfast items on the breakfast table.
coffee would be, said breadroll, great. i’ll have tea. green.
why don’t we kill 1 bird with 2 stones, said sponge.
that, said block of wood, still would leave us with the problem where to get stones.
as they are a maturity, said breadroll.
minority, said block of wood.
minority, said breadroll.
utilising them would, said block of wood, rather could result in racial tension.
let alone the ban on smoking , said breadroll.
exactly, said block of wood.
i see, said sponge, is there any coffee left?
plenty, said breadroll.
let’s kill 2 birds with 1 stone, said sponge — into the void as the others (2) were fast asleep.
i try again, said sponge, again again.
we managed to get up this morning, said sponge.
that’s, said breadroll, good.
that’s, said block of wood, positive.
having said that the three sat down and commenced to list breakfast items for further assessment.
what’s the target date, a voice on tv said. no answer. three positioned themselves in a row, sat on chairs, smiled. broad smile, expansive smile. to be reviewed.
we may not get very far, said sponge, this morning, we’ve been further, other morns it twas.
shane, the sun is shining or shone, should you see fit to consult the window. puss willow had decided not to talk to the chair again but found it difficult to follow his decision through.
definitely turkish delight, said sponge, i know the soapy taste and creamy texture when i come across the sensation. he paused and admired the loops.
definitely, said breadroll, triangular.
most definitely, said block of wood, most loops are. these days anyway. speaking of which, nevertheless, we should go now.
before, said breadroll.
the loop reaches the, said block of wood, 3rd corner.
maybe it’s rectangular after all, said sponge.
keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that. pleeeaaaase. keep me posted on that. keep me posted on that.
i’ve got mail, said sponge.
breadroll and block of wood had entered slow motion the day before and now executed previously planned movements.
yes, said sponge, the yes.
breadroll and block of wood: yeeeeeeeeees.
there is an important — plainly outstanding meeting today, said sponge, with venison, mutton and game.
there should be slices of bread as well, said block of wood.
somebody important to meet, said breadroll, he’s going to bone us should we fail to bone him first. boning, the full program. we should practice movements, too, for a change.
will you keep me in the loop, said sponge, wet and porous, all beefed up.
i can’t wait to be boned, can i, he said.
breadroll had spilt coffee, tea, beer, wine, schnaps and a brownish liquid of obscure origin on the breakfast table.
we let one liquid chase the other and finally let them all come together as one, he said (breadroll said this sentence which may have been a little bit too long for breadroll at this time in the morning but still somehow fits the pattern and hence was used).
you deserve some coleslaw, said block of wood.
they observed the liquids mingling.
how do we remove the stains though, said breadroll.
with coleslaw, said block of wood.
keep me posted on that one, said sponge.
there was a phone call for you, said breadroll, yesterday or today, some time, would not be tomorrow as there is no day in it.
was there, said sponge, a phone call.
yes, said breadroll, a phone call. for you as well. and one for the wood. the one i was talking about earlier today actually. one each, at least to say the least.
o dear o dear, said block of wood, o dear. i didn’t expect a phone call all in a sudden, leperleper.
ah, not to worry, said sponge, sure, they’ll ring again when the time is right. they all ring again. always; some even don’t. they had training on that.
the phone rings. three stare cases (pillow cases, boxes of chocolates).
con con con con con con con con con con con con con con, said breadroll.
lotion, said block of wood.
and we jumped right into it, said sponge, a stain that’ll stay.
stay-ay-ay-ay, said breadroll.
what’s wrong with him, said block of wood.
he’s just excited, said sponge, about all the exciting innovations we are about to focus on today, let alone the improvements.
that’s good, said blokk and knocked breadroll over with a blow of utmost brutality.
did we, said sponge.
yes, said breadroll.
quite in detail, said block of wood.
did we come to a conclusion, said sponge, a final one? we’ve got to have a final conclusion, we could not do without.
that’s true (agreement: unisono). the conclusion.
let’s jump into one quickly, said breadroll.
almost almost, said breadroll, almost almost.
sugar cube struggled to mount the tea spoon.
he’s struggling, said breadroll.
i think we discussed this before, said block of wood.
hard to say, said sponge, block of wood once tried to hump a pitchfork. a disaster, as you may imagine.
indeed, said block of wood, but that was long ago, before we met like. nothing on file there.
there wasn’t, was there, said breadroll.
the sugar lump almost made it.
almost, said sponge.
so, we’re off again, said breadroll.
yes, said sponge.
agreed, said block of wood.
approved, said breadroll.
excellent comment, said sponge.
they watched a sugar lump attempting to mount a teaspoon.
o dear, the report, said breadroll, is it that time of the day again.
i’m afraid …, said sponge.
so am i, said block of wood.
it is, said sponge.
indeed, said block of wood.
o dear, said breadroll, and all that with this big huge unresolved issue on our backs.
ah, forget about the flakes will you, said sponge, they’re harmless. twas just a scare after all. let’s hurry now.
three walked down the road in order to consume conditioned air.
(this is so stupid, said sponge.)
30 June, 2004 
