look, said sponge, is that him?
who?
him.
no.
is it a politician, said block of wood.
neither.
no no, said breadroll, it is a lump of lard. just left there in the open beside the carpark just like that; a little lump.
they closed the curtains. constantly being reminded other people’s misery, said sponge.
ah well, same shit different day i suppose, said sponge. sometimes life is just it. he did something. not much. it exhausted him. life sometimes is just a thing of its own.
all this was duly taken on board and subsequently approved
i think we need a war again, said sponge, things have gone a bit unenthusiastic lately.
a new start, said breadroll, is what we need.
new start yes, said sponge, and a piece of toast, maybe, extra.
that’ll be swell, block of wood said, a piece of toast extra.
let’s carry on a bit to make this episode longer, said sponge, shall we? it would be a piece of mirth to me!
no, said breadroll, and block of wood: you just said it, did not exclaim it.
we’ve got issue, said sponge, that need to be addresse; the fat woman, the man, the lack of meeting, this and that, the fat man.
the fat man? block of wood seemed to be confused. the fat man?
yes, said sponge, an issue that needs to be addressed, enveloped and stamped.
in an uneventful life this seemed to be a new low.
here you go, said breadroll, some bisquits?
no thanks, said block of wood, we have to do this more often.
we do, don’t we, said breadroll.
that is about all there can be said about serving tea.
by way of repetition a yucca tree came into display, a sadly lanky one, and a chair. no-one on it. no-one had bothered to appear. that’s what the man thought as well who had had coffee on his own now for his nineth year in a row. pretty sad bastard he was and had developed a few habits that would ensure that he’ll stay lonely for another while. no-one had botherd to appear.
breadroll with wild salmon, lime, spring onion, that’ll be a treat instead of a silly and sad story.
to say tits surely is not as bad as showing them, said breadroll. i have none myself but if i had i would not have time for people objecting me from showing them. that’s me. i love to butter spread on me, too. that’s me, should do.
we could gp on about spreads without being overly offensive. we’ve got to show something, said sponge, and the plan to turn the office into a porn studio is an appealing one.
a plan, said block of wood. tea anyone.
we cannot turn anything into some other thing without approval, said breadroll.
and plan, said sponge, right. that episode did not work out as expected. i thought there would be more approar about the porn quote.
do you think so, said sponge.
yes, said breadroll, we repeat things and thinks as well.
ideas should be available, said sponge, we could nick some.
tea, said block of wood.
we really try to make a point here, said breadroll but it was to late; his last three words were caught it a repeater and morphed in the background.
at the more pleasant side of life we would see mommies spoil kids rotten at the swings-and-slides. they would share the space with pensioners and unemployed people nonsensing time away, an advertisement would occasinally brighten their day. that would give enough to talk about when they would meet their accomplishing partner whose days where not brightened by advertisements. whatever happens to the persoiners and the unemployeds we don’t know.
tea, said block of wood, that was a bit dull.
always, said breadroll, and we get to repeat what the other has said.
after the motion ban, said sponge, our legs were stiff, we could hardly walk. he said thesewords like someone who is very sure of himself, someone who believes his message should be spread.
i think we had exactly the same episode before, said breadroll.
do you think so, said sponge, is it the message bit?
no, said breadroll, don’t know.
we should start drinking in the morning, said sponge, to discourage children taking up our lifestyle.
and other drugs, too, said breadroll.
bugdet permitting, said block of wood.
and now? sponge seemed disgruntled. no proaction, no activity at all.
nobody moved.
see what i mean? sponge pointed.
nobody looked.
wouldn’t it be great to get away from it all? sponge longed and sighed. he nodded. we leave him to it. nothing will happen.
idiot, said block of wood, for revealing today’s big line already yesterday.
and you lied, said breadroll, as he’s not saying it after all.
not if he says it again, said sponge.
i won’t said block of would.
that’s that solved. they went about their business.
is it delivered?
yes.
the whole box?
yes.
all our ideas, views and rare jokes in it?
think so.
great. where’s block of wood?
still there. he thought a blokk stint would scare them.
gfreat, said sponge, so tomorrow we shall be pleased to hear him say ‘i only threatened them for the sake of it, no bad intentions, no hard feelings’.
now, said sponge to breadroll who had cornflakes instead of porridge, now: here’s the deal. you go over to the viewers’ association with this box file and the day that’s in it for review. they want to impose sanctions on us but first want to make sure we would be able to comply with them.
i think we did. (emphasising i as oi to make a point.)
what?
forgot something.
did we?
yes. no. i’m telling you.
did we forget anthing?
yes something.
no way.
(above lines should be evenly distributed between breadroll, sponge and block of wood. the man was present but silent)
——— could we not come up with a punchline, perhaps?
i can make neither heads nor tails of it.
i can make neither heads nor tails of it.
i can make neither heads nor tails of it.
says sponge, says breadroll, says block of wood.
didn’t we forget anything, says breadroll, no?
yes.
amen (all).
so everything is still alright still then, the man said.
sponge, breadroll and block of wood did not know what to make of it.
this is it, said sponge and smirked. there are days with far less memourable things are to report.
a brandnew year it is, said block of wood. he then carefully listened to voices. brandnew it is, the used to reply, as that’s what we asked for. yesteryear you’ll get if you don’t.
obviously it is a big nonsense that you only get a new year when specifically asking for it and a revamped yesateryear if you don’t; the government made sure to have a copy for everyone.
31 January, 2006 