confined to a small compartment beside the cupboard our 3 friends and breakfasters, protagonists of the famous and infamous reports (being the favourite program for some) had time to think and neither coffee nor tea, let alone juice, in plentiful supplies.
i think we went too far, said sponge.
think so, said breadroll, too.
we’ve got to make sure, said sponge, we fully understand the new policy on bugging birds.
we’ve got, said block of wood, to.
they looked in different directions and sent emails.