have one, he said, or two you may take, too. won’t do you no harm nor will it anyone else. egg really makes me feel bloated, said sponge, i must decline, it’s not because of the colesterol. and it will harm others i’m afraid. children particularily will suffer. in trenches or not, no difference.
sponge is challenged on his conduct of the storyline but people whose puns involve swaps of letters ay and al are not really experienced in challenging people
that’s like: lame. can we not have a normal story, with a normal setting? no?
no. a normal. as in norman, with an al instead.
i see what you mean. you have a point, and a leg to stand on. phrases. you’ve got to love them.
there’s isn’t much left, said sponge, but the man is there.
not him, said breadroll, the man himself.
no, said sponge, not him.
did he say he would be late, said breadroll, i can’t remember.
but you were there, said block of wood, and i wasn’t.
where you not?
i came to ask a question, herr brekst said and they all knew that spring had arrived but still neither knew the question.
how do we go from there, said sponge and breadroll was happy to reply: around the corner.
are you sure, said sponge, that it is that easy.
as easy as that, said breadroll, i was able to break our speech pattern.
true, said sponge, let’s go.
it was a pillow after all, said block of wood and took off the hat. —— i am back, he said. no answer. i am back.
yucca tree, two chair: the stage was empty.
in other words: he was alone
the world is a stage, said block of wood, we’ll talk to the audience.
i thought you’d never ask, said sponge, well initially i thought we should have tea again but we did that anyway, surprisingly, and then i thought it would be better to settle the thing with the fat lady, woman i should say, but she seems to be gone so that not an option so i thought it would be good to mess up the words in a sentence a bit to rattle a few cages and wake people up a bit, mil dly ton ot tos tres sth epo int to omu chchch.
he completely forgot about us, said breadroll.
utterly, said block of wood.
when was that again, said breadroll.
yesterday, said block of wood.
whether he, block of wood, was sure about that breadroll then inquired and block of wood acknowledged. yes, he said.
well i suppose, said breadroll, i have almost forgotten about it.
clean clean clean clean clean clean clean clean clean clean clean clean clean, said breadroll, on whom the innovative power of sponge had made an impression.
that’s a novel idea indeed, he said when he peaked into the bathroom.
now, that’s fine, said breadroll cleaning himself with sponge, why don’t you put some spreadsheets on the table in the meantime.
there aren’t any. all populated, updated and reviewed.
is there tea?
proceeding they made good progress.