the thought of having to come up with something, anything, was too much. i can’t bear that, said sponge. breadroll entered the room and sat down. you are very formal today, said sponge, entering the room, like that. other people just come in. other people, as breadroll replied, also simply had enough, rather than claiming to be unable to bear an event or location. true, said sponge. they waited. perhaps something happens, said sponge, so that we do not have to come up with something. or anything at all, said breadroll, which, as they agreed, was a good way to end the conversation.
there is something we wanted to do, is there. usually there is, most of the time. what it was? something urgent, something we needed to do. don’t ask, we didn’t ask. something.
sure we lean out of the window instead. they tried. we take a seat. things we do today.
but would we?
frozen with terror, should we let them terr’ists prevail? a big a question. a word has been thrown out there. sponge sit. breadroll stands.
we should be safe though, what should happen. the lad over there has a monobrow, does it make him suspicious? the other lads mumbles to himself? a brief prayer before action? thoughts of tearing the lad’s face off. dismissed thought, not good but a start. there should be a line of comfort. remining positive.
but we have to do something, said breadroll, look, it seems to be so important that nobody makes good jokes about it anymore.
which seems to imply that good jokes are made only about less important matters of course, said sponge, of course, is not necessairly correct, but a discussion would distract us too much.
a street opened to the left and another one to the right and there was this station straight ahead, caesar’s point, the one as they say that is not far from saltnuts and venushill, which is said to the one before done leary, which is the the harbour and point for connecting bus fares. if anything fails they go to done leary, they say.
c’s point is a tawdry place, no toilet, just a wall to pee on; but hardly ever anybody does.
q: a rather grimm place they’ve come across, the city with corners without any shops at all. let’s see how they cope with it.
a: no, that is not fair questioning at all. we have been plunged into this with no warning whatsoever and ever since tried to cope as best we can.
q: you object fnn this statement rather vigourously — now there’s an ugly looking word — so what is the matter.
if they go left they would find a corner and to the right a street with another corner right after it. not to mention other corners in sight.
i suppose the usual witty comment, said breadroll, to follow; i for one would like to be buttered. he could easily say that for even though buttering him was a considerably nasty affair for all parties involved the lack of butter and shops to buy butter made buttering a faintly imaginable activity. i think i see a shop.
words like this won’t make it far.
————— it is up to me i suppose, said sponge, so say it: the episode started rather without significant events, not even the odd bleak sun was to rise over the roofs. ———
this line for example marks a break, herr brekst said and points vaguely at sponge, between sponge’s part and mine.
the last few episodes, said sponge, were of an appaling quality. not at all “extremely spohisticated” as the introduction reads.
doesn’t it read “sophisticated excellence”?
not at all.
that’s not what you said before; nonetheless we’re finished.