didn’t say that. i didn’t say that, said sponge; he acted nervously.
you will draw some kind of suspicion on you, said breadroll, and you should inform the government about the gang thing.
what gang thing, said sponge.
the headline thing, said breadroll.
ohya that, said sponge, that was a scare.
good, said breadroll, for headlines are friends not stalkers.
we should stick to the point, said sponge, i know i keep repeating myslef but the email i am getting do likewise.
myself it should be, said breadroll, you said …
i know, said sponge, bloody typo. —— long pause ——. the headlines are a real pain.
you don’t say, said breadroll.
having to come up, said sponge, with something witty each and every day is quite a burden. —— it does not always work. sometimes. really. but it’s rare, ever so often. today i would say much, not if i was you.
what to do i do not know, said sponge, and a sarcastic headline does not help improving things. titles should be helpful, understanding and with a meaning. of course they should reflect the story somehow.
shall we have meeting, said breadroll.
without agenda, said sponge, it would be quite useless.
sponge: that caught me cold.
breadroll: what? it is obvious me asking that so not might sound a bit boring.
sponge: obviously. they did not bother putting the yucca tree out. see —- [points, no tree, obviously] ——– and i’ve been told to shut up and not go on about it.
breadroll: right.
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sponge: what’ll we do now?
i thought you’d never ask, said sponge, well initially i thought we should have tea again but we did that anyway, surprisingly, and then i thought it would be better to settle the thing with the fat lady, woman i should say, but she seems to be gone so that not an option so i thought it would be good to mess up the words in a sentence a bit to rattle a few cages and wake people up a bit, mil dly ton ot tos tres sth epo int to omu chchch.
he bowed.
we gone through all the possiblitities, said breadroll, but no chance of retrieval; she seems to be gone for good.
that’s that answered, said sponge, the headlines participate quite a lot recently.
they do, don’t they, said breadroll, what do you think?
they had tea again.
very politically uncorrect the titles have got, said breadroll, recently.
very, said sponge. ————————
there was a sudden and lenghty pause that neither could bridge.
nonetheless we want clarity and that’s where the starting title ends.
that’s a bit rude, said sponge, abit abit.
we really have lost her, said breadroll, there’s no way out.
fat woman, said sponge; he was silenced. —
we remember: the was a time of them three together and now there is not a tiome of them three together and nonetheless one of them has come up with and idea: –
we should invite the brainy child one day, said breadroll, just for the laugth.
yes – i’m just besides – yes – brilliant – i will – yes – talk to you – yes, said sponge, we should do something with mobiles one day.
that’ll be phantasic, said breadroll.
a hat is a hat is a hat, said breadroll.
you have a point, said sponge, but a pillow is a pillow is a pillow.
did we not need a cushion, said breadroll.
let’s not rush things, said sponge and smiled. he had worked for a while on this punchline and was glad having managed to stage it so flawlessly.
it is about time now, said breadroll, to take off the hat.
why don’t you, said sponge, do it?
it’s nailed to the seat, said breadroll, can’t move it.
make it happen, said sponge.
would you lose it, said breadroll to a motionless block of wood. of course not, he thinks it is a pillow. or a cushion.
at least the headline sort of matches the content, said sponge, that is important and not something to be taken for granted.
he doesn’t drop the hat after all, said breadroll.
and why is that, said sponge, lose the hat? why is that i wonder. would i not make sense to use the cushion as a cushion?
but he wearing it as a hat, said breadroll.
oyes i see what you mean, said sponge, a hat indeed.
lights on, rather apruptly. chair, table, yucca tree. block of wood with cushion on top.
perfect, said breadroll, as far as i am concerned. without the cushion block of wood appears as a seat and we’re set and seated.
he has to feel as a seat, said sponge that’s the problem, it’s no use otherwise.
we have to lose someone, said breadroll, needs must you see.
lose, said sponge and drew a question mark in the air to mark his remark’s inquisitive nature. as in lose the hat?
as in, said breadroll or the grin. then again, they tend to say, wipe the grin off a bodypart, englishmen do.
i could stab you and butter you, maybe there is jam in the fridge, said block of wood, ram the knife and be blokk once again, just like the ool days.
you mean traditional, said sponge, but that’s cancelled; cultural references have to be neutral and ambigious.
and we’re all on a diet, said breadroll, remember?
cutlet splatter is so 20th century, said breadroll, but traditional sausages are a classic, in some countries anyway.
so. you’re back, said sponge.
yes i am, said breadroll, you did not get any further i assume.
no, said sponge, we did not. a few uplifting moments though.
at least something, said breadroll, i suppose.
sponge says: whatever, should i care. sausage digested, no need for details.
block of wood had spent the last few episodes rattling gold chains and howlings yeas occationally; wearing a rucksack as a hunch.
Is Your p!en5Qis this small?
We are yo;ur lêist joyzs, because we cure men like you!
if that is not uplifting, said sponge, then what is?
this and this and this, said sponge, it all adds up to this; and this is all there is to it. no more. trust me.
the jars on the table were set to be cleared; the table, however, looked settled and had no intention to leave. the chairs and stools did not move.
they stayed.
it is that time again, herr brekst said, that we should use to down a few.
an outrage the money they charge these days, said breadroll, makes you sick.
nonetheless, said sponge, i think we should, go i think. just a few.
30 September, 2005 