tea, said sponge, leaves stains.
so does coffee, said breadroll.
i go for tea, said block of wood, regardless.
persistence is the prime quality, said sponge, of the ideal process-oriented administrator.
and the stains come out, said breadroll, no problem, if you aggressively target them.
(sometimes demands are thrown at you as if there was no tomorrow aka it came out of fashion; days like this are commonly known as demanding days aka hard days in the office aka cheesus feckin christ whatta day i’m absolutely exhausted)
is there any coffee left, said block of wood.
could you pass me tyhe butter, said breadroll.
should we make more or less demands, said block of wood.
there is no cheese, said breadroll.
so do i, said sponge, if i get a chance.
the sun shone on a sponge, breadroll and a block of wood rocking a chair.
the rhinos first and then the happy hippos, said sponge, why are they happy anyway, they’re not getting paid for it, and now, on top of all that, even wilder bees on the jam. he wrinkled his forehead.
that’s a nice thing to do, said breadroll, throw some wrinkles on your forehead, a handful of a good selection.
stylish set, said block of wood, shall we make a move?
they stayed. flies, not bees, were flying against the window. doing so they made neat sounds.
we’ve got to severely finish them rhinos, said sponge, off.
quite awkward this morning, said breadroll, aren’t we.
he was and they were and all of them and hence ready to engage intercoursingly (fuck) with everyone in the corporate world (office) whichever video was shown during the length of a presentation (to make a powerpoint and pay a fiver straight and without complaints like last time straight into the pun penalty box, as block of wood rightly points out just when the image fades for another round of sleep).
feed me, said the spreadsheet.
no reaction. who answers to a spreadsheet?
could you pass me the butter, please, said breadroll.
sandwich spread, said block of wood.
butter he said, said sponge.
a clear statement, said breadroll.
they remained seated.
not yet defined, i should say, said breadroll.
you should actually, said block of wood.
shouldn’t it be agreed on as well, said sponge.
the cold, empty spreadsheet of bleakness appeared on the screen.
shaven and showered, as excellence requires.
asi am wet now, said sponge, i may as well sit on a chair and have people sit on me. hours of endless fun.
hours, said breadroll.
ages, said block of wood.
that was a swift ending, said block of wood.
bit abrupt, too, said breadroll.
we leave it then with the egg, said sponge, they were badly presented anyway.
11 July, 2004 
Comments Off we should tell people the time, said block of wood. exactly. block of wood’s new pastime involved the use of explosives and mainly two-wheeled means of transport. no. blokk grabbed a knife, jabbed it into breadroll and cut him open. he shoved a cutlet into the cleft and got on with things. later they had placed some cloth on block of wood, put a porcelain plate on top and on that (on top of that) an egg: split in half by knife’s blade’s cutting edge (otherwise as above). they said, said sponge, the lost episode was a particularily good one. herr brekst sat on a chair, and so did sponge; breadroll and block of wood were nowhere to be seen. to have a good start in the day they decided to review the layout of the breakfast items on the breakfast table. yep.
10 July, 2004 Comments Off they had placed some cloth on block of wood, put a porcelain plate on top and on that (on top of that) an egg: split in half by knife’s blade’s cutting edge (otherwise as above). they said, said sponge, the lost episode was a particularily good one. herr brekst sat on a chair, and so did sponge; breadroll and block of wood were nowhere to be seen. to have a good start in the day they decided to review the layout of the breakfast items on the breakfast table. yep.
i am the eggman, said the walrus.
the plagiarism did not go unnoticed, breadroll had heard it and so had block of wood. they were shocked.
that’s plagiarism, said breadroll.
there is only 1 eggman, said sponge. he looked around. triumphantly. with a grin in his face. a silly grin, plain silly if we may say so but that is sponge for you, sponge as we know him.
you should have got a patent on this phrase, said breadroll.
we’ve been telling you, said block of wood.
i am the walrus, said the eggman.
the 3 scheduled a meeting asap.
egg, said sponge, egg eggy.
with egg, an egg, on egg, said breadroll, egged, egg sandwich.
the possibilities are, said block of wood, endless; as the object somewhat resembles the shape of a globe, a malformed one. ovo oval so to speak.
egg salad, said breadroll, traditional.
tradition is always a good thing, said sponge, and i admire the egg salad tradition this great country has to offer. a seller.
has something to do with st.patrick, said block of wood, he chased the chicken out of the house.
traditional celtic egg salad, said breadroll.
[they smile. camera zooms out. cut.]
talked lots spake nods a mouthful of speech, that is that, the end otherwise. each of you, delighted now, shall rot further. the man turned and left. gone.
a bit brusk, said breadroll, people nowadays, no shame.
shall we, said breadroll.
they should.
as the project progressed they all (=3) went ahead and were very happy with it.
sponge sent email as if there was no tomorrow and otherwise waited to be sat on while breadroll and block of wood were counting items. not too many, not enough. the allocation, distribution flooding of the market could prove to be a problem, at least a challenge.
that’s only natural, said block of wood.
and forecasted, said breadroll.
we are improving after all, said sponge, on a 8/5 basis.
it is good to be out and about again, said sponge.
breadroll agreed and so did block of wood.
as an agreement had been readhed they went on a search for the next point on the agenda.
it must be around somewhere, said sponge.
