about away as in gone

away, said sponge, yes. away. i told the media but they would not do a thing. bit by bit i shall tell you and – block of wood. where is he?
gone, said breadroll, not here.
sounds silly, said sponge, but i can see that.
they both nodded in appreciation.

and gone with the wind

not only did you need to chatter, said sponge, but also had you have to have bowel movements. unscheduled, if i may add.
that’s what killed silence, said breadroll while block of wood was embarrassed and said nothing. there even was talk of tears.
rightly so, said sponge, he shouldn’t say anything.
no, he shouldn’t, said breadroll. unless a specific appointment requires him to do so.
exactly, said breadroll.
and only after approval, said sponge.
isn’t there a meeting soon, said breadroll.
indeed, said sponge, we should go.
they poured cups of tea and prepared a few nice words.

gone chasing

well, are we going, said breadroll. the cows are home, the buns are up, sunshine marks the day.
yep, said block of wood, would be a good thing, bleedin goin, bleedin feckin well feckin gown, feckin fuck fuck.
while i appreciate your opinions as a valuable input, said sponge, the same time i shall point out the fact that we are on the move already indeed.
he pointed out a reflection in a shop window showing them meandering down the road, equipped with enough weaponry to chase a bus.

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