if i had a car, said sponge, if only, knockknock.
and a hammer, said breadroll.
what’s the hammer for, said block of wood.
one always has a hammer, said breadroll, should have one, ought to, at least and particularily when one owns a car.
we take the statement and put it into consideration.
a car, said sponge, o yes, that would be an improvement. a car. the english say kaa.
what about the motion ban, said breadroll, are we sure it’s over? did we get an external opinion? do we know what we’re dealing with?
you used it three times in a row, said block of wood.
did i, said breadroll.
you did, block of wood.
amazing, said breadroll.
we should get a car, said sponge.
that would add to the story, said block of wood, indeed.
we also would look less ridiculous, said breadroll.
chitty chitty, said sponge, are we all in jolly mood and all?
quite, said breadroll, not overly, mind you.
that would be the standard answer, said sponge. we should stop here for now and review.
obviously we need the cage, said sponge, how are supposed to rattle it if it isn’t there.
didn’t you read the memo, said breadroll.
no, said sponge.
feathers, said breadroll, feathers, feathers.
fatherse, said block of wood, as some people say.
they are snobs, said breadroll. feethars maybe.
ruffle, said breadroll, a few feathers. an intriguing word indeed.
he did not seem to be serious about that — at least not as serious as the man who went into the shop and asked for catering pan (thick doughy slices).
now there’s a man of determination, said sponge.
alas, people tend to find approving and encouraging comments less interesting. the man went on with his business (sandwichery) and so did the sales assistant (costumer care) and the others (breadroll, sponge and block of wood).
i will be around to stir up the water, rattle a few cages, and ruffle a few feathers, i told you, said sponge.
feathers, said breadroll.
ruffle the feathers, said block of wood, i knew we’d forget something.
he did not forget it, said breadroll.
no, said block of wood, he didn’t.
we have to stop missing the title so grossly, said breadroll.
true, said sponge, there is an issue, would you do a little writeup on it?
pff, said breadroll.
i think we got it quite well there, said block of wood, back then.
does he have to read a poem every now and then, said breadroll.
and herr brekst did move, here and there, to and fro, round and square.
kitchen, empty, decoration, stage.
slumber, they are absent. death would overtake.
you. the power of your gifts would have startled the most advanced electricians (operators)
of the world.
thousandfold, fourfold: combination of laughter.
puss willow’s to be.
this episode will stir things up and rattle a few cages.
semaphore, said herr brekst, could be an option. as so many things can. shall i talk about flowers? maybe?
now he’s using it, said breadroll.
amazing sight, said block of wood, the things he does with it.
guys, said sponge, i hate to say this but we got to get moving on the project.
clear words, not open for interpretation, nothing to add (herr brekst). stuff it (breadroll) and move (block of wood).
and, said sponge, what now?
you don’t use that question thingy very often, said breadroll.
that was correct but beside the point. herr brekst was not overly optimistic about finding a possibility to ask his question, not today to say the least. nevertheless, the tea was wet and the toast was dry, and it turn out to be rather pleasant.
there should be a justification for the title as good manners command, alas, it would be hard to get some rain in, now that we said the day turned out to be “rather pleasant” (=it, ie. the day). rain was promised for tomorrow. unfortunately tomorrow the weather was not supposed to be mentioned. what to do? it is no surprise that people turn to drink.
herr brekst sat on a chair, and so did sponge; breadroll and block of wood were nowhere to be seen. neutral location. deserted.
herr brekst did not say a word (including: morpheme, phoneme), nor did sponge; breadroll and block of wood were nowhere to be heard. silence. no coughing. void of clocks.
the previous sentences are quite similiar in structure. we would continue to defy diversity if it was not for this episode to be over.
you’ve made it, said sponge, congratulate yourself.
made what, said breadroll.
you’ve woken up, said sponge.
i suppose i have, said breadroll, and i exfoliated.
what did you do that for, said sponge.
just did, said breadroll.
just like that, said herr brekst, amazing. congratulations.
herr brekst sat on block of wood. otherwise everything was everyday.
i had come to ask a question, said herr brekst, and then maybe leave again, as one does, no strings attached, nor frills, a straight forward question — alas, that does not seem to happen.
anyway, that’s it for today, a good day for you all and join us tomorrow when you’ll hear sponge say:
you’ve woken up. congratulate yourself.
herr brekst sat on breadroll, and block of wood had taken the last slice of toast, to define this morning.
— a long pause —.
herr brekst to sponge: good morning, nice morning.
block of wood to sponge: good morning, nice morning.
herr brekst (initially wanting to ask breadroll a question) and block of wood (in no position to answer questions) enjoyed their breakfast, and that is all that counts and will be counted to be taken into account.
so, yesterday morning i was on the subway, said herr brekst, and i met this guy …
where, said sponge.
on the subway, said herr brekst.
good, said sponge, we thought you were asleep. well, that’s that solved. wait until i tell the others. i should assume they will be at least semi-excited. why don’t we look forward to that?
is he awake now, said breadroll.
i don’t think, said sponge, you can start an episode with an openening line quite similiar to the one used previously.
not?
no. that’s lazy.
however, it turned out to be a beautiful day after all.
herr brekst: so, well, if you ask me to: lose weight guardian! for the scrotum convention. male enlargement fractures perhaps gauzed arragon, but men don’t wear rings anyways. you’ve tried all the resteds, now try the bestest? recumbent nightgown floating away in a sea of amber dyed ale.
the (bouncer, blackcoat, redneck, underprivileged) or igi.anal’ (someother == variablethatresultsin == other), male enlargement desktop fickler dexterity brawler.
all that while the doorknob flooded his ears, the usual.
herr brekst ceased. was quiet. certain sadness around the man.
so: you are herr brekst, plainly that and without <em></em> tags whatsoever, said sponge.
herr brekst: that is precisely correct.
are you, said breadroll — understandibly nervous and excited to see a possible celebrity — the herr brekst.
again, herr brekst replied, without <em></em> tags that is if you’d PLEASE; and that’s me hating to use caps.
if only we were in a position to give a toss.
my name is herr brekst and i came to speak to you, said herr brekst and exhaled noisily. he said he was fine when breadroll put the question to him. i’m fine, perfectly fine, he said (the words still resounding in our ears, although he had a thin voice, somewhat shifty).
needless enterprise, said sponge, who had been delegated for interprose, herr brekst will have to speak to the receptionist at once.
it is somehow of somewhat delicate nature, my business, not my general compositure, to say this much, said herr brekst before the story ended.
31 March, 2005 