with this nose attached to you one could say you look like moe hermit, said sponge who felt lucky not having to wear the funny nose. you’d think that’ll cause burning irish flags but no, it’s carneval and decent as we folks are we staged the tableau as a dark room scene and people can only see our genitals.
hoho, said block of wood who had wear a hat like hitler, we still would envy breadroll for his mao whiskers. he did a few gestures purely to kill time. risking that we’re stuck here forever i suggest we do a few funny games just to kill some time.
i don’t know what to say, said breadroll, really, i could sit here for hours, well minutes and talk but when i pick up my ear starts to sweat and that’s that. silence. —- the phone keep ringing. some people have all the time in the world. i’ve seen a cartoon once where a man says that.
mind you, said blokk, still in squasher mood —- utlra passiv-aggressive with a worrying active-aggressive streak, he was actually meant to be slightly more depressive but there was a last minute ok for this version — we used to eat flies with our eggs.
but we didn’t seek to, said sponge, the flies got between the eggs by accident.
that was funny, said breadroll, for the people watching. a bit nutty-crunchy.
i hate to say that ,said sponge, everybody who knows me now that i would not make a lame joke if i didn’t have to, but that’s what i call a big thing on screen. — he points at a squashed flesh fly on the screen. see, i had too.
and i stepped right into it, said breadroll, right there, here to toe, danish, german and seven pints of the black stuff. with indian, or chinese, but no noodles. congregated, consolidated.
what are we, said breadroll, me and ye. nowst a pole and then a pile, nowst a wonder and a plunder then. we are a rye, a hog and what sins our smarting than an inert and angstful whatsoever leverage. phoooiy foooo, that’s it. our red arses shine to heavens loke no tomorrow.
he’s got it again, said sponge, blood fat level below acceptable. what shall people think?
that it is time to eat, said block of wood, excessively.
we should tipitoe and tumble down the stairs, shouldn’t we, said sponge.
blessed the days of the motion ban, said breadroll, when tipitoe and tumble down the stairs was not an option.
this witty remark brings the episode to a suitable ending and conclusion. nothing more to say.
thiteradig agagadi ga g adigathe rararetita gagrtatatrgatgatha asadhith thi thit thit. thiteradig agagadi ga g adigathe rararetita gagrtatatrgatgatha asadhith thi thit thit.
is that?
yes. one of those …
loops again. when the cable’s fucked and the digital jammed.
neither nor was impressed. sponge even though of doing some mad thing to protest.
more brutality. less foetality. and we will come up with more hot hit words if needed. all you need to do is get your penis extended.
we’re not going to do that, said sponge, that would cause confusion.
can you hear me. blokk was in the shouting phase of his rage special. he know over the lamp. you can’t, bollocks.
we have to knock him off soon.
yes. it’s getting repetitive, said breadroll, how about a poem?
brekst? nah. we really should do something with …
phones?
yes.
no.
yes.
no.
let’s discuss it.
power meeting?
no. mower peating?
sounds good.
now peace brother, said breadroll, it ’tis as it ’tis.
yea, said block zwaaash thud arrgl, ass is missing, hasn’t been seen in donkeys’ years and that’s how far puns go these days whack dem.
that’s true, said sponge, that puns lately are just good for jam. thad tid zwirrgl. could someone turn that noise off thanks?
can we roll back on those tits, said sponge. we seem to be obsessed with it.
breadroll: wrroooah.
exactly this reaction, said sponge. how did we get so far?
well, said breadroll, from me having objects and inserted, me split open and spreads applied to the word tits is a way as short as toe to heel.
anyway, said sponge, we should stop. kind of. woffle woffle. kapoow kapoow. blokk has a weapon and know how to use it. he suspects sponge and breadroll to be but that’s really silly zwosh zwoing.
hardly any of that time left, said sponge, a few bit, not enough to build an hour even.
that’s terrible, said block of wood.
you always say that, said sponge.
what, said breadroll.
terrible.
terrible.
they fade out.
and what about the others? what about them?
what about them? sponge choose a different intonation to sound convincingly surprised. what?
let’s have a power meeting. alright?
fine.
ok.
we’re running out of time.
the book of what? not often have we seen breadroll so surprised. what do you want to do that for?
the same question was put to the man in the coffee shop who wanted to pay later. equally he knew no answer.
and now, said sponge.
and now, said block of wood. breadroll, tired, had told him to do the talking. you do the talking, he had said and had looked away to disencourage disagreement.
and now, said block of wood after sponge had said it again. and now and now and now and now and now and now.
it’s over, said sponge, we can stop now.
we pissed the viewers off didn’t we?
nnnnn-o, said sponge. he had put thought gehind his reply. i am not saying this to merely to calm you down, breadroll, if you don’y mind me calling you that —–
i would not wish people to know, said breadroll, ralf or maybe rolf is far less a commitment, normal is hormonal as they say.
and what now, said breadroll, ready to come up with the same question again.
sponge: you know that they’re jumpy.
breadroll: the episodes.
yes, the reader knows that.
sponge:the narrative stream.
the reader is aware of that. this is the early 21st century which really is the late 20th century and the reader has been repeatedly confronted with literary experminents and has developed a likeing or at least a tolerance so the littering effect should be fairly reasonable.
breadroll: the stream of narration is virtually non-existent.
the reader is aware of that. this is the early 21st century which really should be called or at least be known as the late 20th century (if we may make a point there or two) and the reader has been repeatedly exposed to experminents involving passages of readibility and has developed a likeing and thus an aeruptive discharge of spending power hence the readiculing effect should be fairly tolerable.
block of wood: the way we are presented.
sponge:inconsistent.
breadroll: i’m cold.
sponge: naked word. that’s it.
yes.
soccer, said herr brekst, sucker. smørrebrøb err –brød. that’s what every other lad wants.
we were so very delighted to see herr brekst safe and sound albeit somewhat clinically depressed that we did not challenge him on his latest statement. what did he come for anyway?
did anybody see, said sponge.
you know, said breadroll.
the secrecy rules, said block of wood.
we stick to them, said breadroll
fully implement them going forward, said block of wood.
as they do apply outside the box, said breadroll.
so nobody saw, said sponge.
nobody, said breadroll, we would disclose.
but we could two thirds of the letters for a prayer, said block of wood.
28 February, 2006 
