idols and identity

i’m somewhat sick of people in tracksuits, said sponge.
that’s because you’re envious, said breadroll, because they are sporty and youi are in a rut.
we all are. that’s true.

doughy identity

no no no, said breadroll, you will not flatten me.
but…
i know, i would be flat then, obviously, and take up less space in the train.
or in the bus.
or in the bus. exactly.
but if you flattened me, breadroll said, i would be flat, obviously, and i would look like a pizza.
what wrong with that?
i am a breadroll, breadroll said with pride.
sponge all in a sudden had this vision of a sponge chair again. it’ll go with a pizza, he said.

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