just because a breadroll thickens a pie

just because of that, said breadroll, just beacause.
exactly, said sponge, sadly, just because.

someday somehow the same must happen again to someone

is that the day we’ve waited for? hardly is. never, not this one.
these were the comments received to the question; we could have other comments but are content with these ones. they are better than none at all.
thus spoke sponge.
certainly there was no need for him to say that.

discharge responsibility for feathers’ feast

when i hear christmas, said sponge, i want to discharge my revolver.
o dear, said breadroll, that’s drastic. what kind of revolver.
browning, said sponge.
sure, said breadroll.

plight of saints and sinners

ahh look, the mother said to her crying child, a drunk santa, would you like him coming through the chimney.
it wasn’t a santa though, just a very sick breadroll in a red bag with white vomit around his mouth.
the child continued crying and did not answer. ahh look, the mother said, you’ll see.

under terms terminate

terms terms, a funny word, under these terms we have to terminate, said sponge, funny they wrote that on the invitation. maybe they don’t want us at the party.
we have to get there first, said breadroll.
don’t be so negative, said sponge, that really gets to me. they did not speak then for a while; it would be a silent day after all.

in terms of fun a modest day

a man dressed as a santa walked by, followed by another santa and another one. block of wood counted them all.
it’s getting into season, said breadroll, always had, for a quite a while anyway.
the santas were mugging passers-by.
i wonder what their terms of employment might be, said sponge.
they usually use drug addicts for that job, said breadroll.
i wonder if their christmas party is any fun, said sponge, in their terms of fun.

exit and entrance

on the way in?
on the way out.
it is a fast-paced industry, said sponge.

to say something is sometimes harder than other times

what can i say, said sponge. people walking up and down the street. sometimes they fall, sometimes they don’t. a man went home from work once, he workrd nearby in a shop, but the shop was in difficulties, he didn’t know that then, but they would let him go, without final pay and he would have to go work somewhere else, where he could walk to work anymore to see his wife, who would have left him by then as she could stand him being unemployed, he walked him and didn’t fall once. his wife quizzed him but he said no he didn’t fall, which was true.
i really don’t know what to say, said sponge. not easy

there is always one or something for that matter

we witness a naked man running down the road. nothing else happens, pretty grim area. bleak area, nothing going bar the one guy running, that should have been mentioned in the title, not just the one. at least there was one at least.
there’s got to be something, said sponge.

somehow someone must get something

if we are not getting anywhere, said sponge, could we at least settle for another goal? that was a question. d’you want me to sound like a journalist? fnn ff nnnfff fnnn.
not good, said breadroll, you won’t get a story out of this.
there must be something, said sponge.

bleak blocks of boredom

now look at this, said sponge, would you believe.
i would, said breadroll, if i looked.

brekst will know be the answer perhaps

i would be the one with the question i don’t remember, said herr brekst and sniffled. i have a poem and a question. no answer. what would you like first?
in terms of surrondings, our protagonists are very much floating nowhere at all; no location has been described or specified. hence the obsession with dialogue. if there was moreto see we would have more description of things to fill the lines and add some content.
i would go for the poem but the question has been long promised long time ago, said sponge.

short dialogue involving contradiction

ahh. here you are, said sponge. i’ve been looking for you.
no you haven’t, said breadroll.
what is there to add, said sponge.

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