ti, sponge, that’s it backwards. much better — preferable; less offensive that way as there could be breasts all over the place. it’s, that swings tits in it, doesn’t it. [pause. in a perfectly clean breakfest scenario breadroll and block of wood are having breakfast. a healthy breakfast not a stealthy one as a man needs to do a man's day work] —– it’s, you’d see them swinging, wouldn’t you. that would not be right.
this was supposed to be my interview, said sponge, my little space in time but alas — it was not meant to be. did not happen.
empty street, grey day, wind blows a plastic bag across street, plastic bag gets caught, struggles in wind; tough being, no doubt.
a brief description of the scene’s static elements, followed a series of fnnnnnnns and …
q: but how do you do it? cohesive correlations of contra countercohesion seems to be a rather complex matter that you nonetheless master without problems at all.
a: that’s right.
q: our viewers certainly would be interested in that matter.
a: arent’t they always, the nosy buggers.
q: brown nosers.
a: curious cacs.
further description of the scene’s static elements as well as states of the dynamic ones.
if that’s ok, herr brekst said, the thing with the lines then what isn’t but i wouldn’t know whether or not it was ok; all i know is …
well shall never know — at least not too soon — as herr brekst starts hitting himself. slaps on wrist first, then ears, nose, the works.
to join in, said blokk, i would have to be motivated.
i did come to ask a question, herr brekst said. a question or two, to be correct, a query.
breadroll and block of wood sat with the deflated presenter. sponge was nowhere to be seen (bathroom? my first guess.). a scene of tranquility and peace (still in bed?).
the presenter had told the others about the burning questions he still has to ask in the name of his audience (who will be rewarded with a portable barbeque kit – one for each)(is he hiding somewhere?) but unfortunately today did not seem to be a success (alright, i give up, where is he?).
i pulled a nose hair, the full length of it, herr brekst said, but that is although a success not the reason why i am here.
well now, said sponge, the jam is almost over and we shall continue with the interview.
and other aspects, said breadroll.
to be read between the lines on a need-to-know basis, said sponge, yes; we have a presentation here to be trained.
why can we not be just boring one day again, said block of wood.
and bringing brekst in would have resolved the issue? breadroll clearly wants to make a reference to a yesterday headline.
maybe, said block of wood, if an issue had been raised.
block of wood would not get away with it this time. all these good words now, none of them could change it. ——
an inquiry with a view of getting special consultants in at a later stage was launched to thoroughly investigate the matter before these consultants could be involved but after a shile everyone got very confused and the whole case was dropped. one agreed, however, to issue a stern warning.
usual setting, usual surroundings, usual sounds, usual steps to take to get were one should.
q: so, what do you make of it all, what do you think?
a: i’m glad you asked.
sponge leans back, has a drop of water from his glass.
any professional would tell you that, he says.
q: and you spell professional with only one eff?
a: and two ess, definitely. — that in my view is the best way to approach the issue, which admittedly is a hot topic, without losing one’s focus and vision but at th same time not lettign anything come in your way if you know what i’m saying.
a large commercial enters the room. don’t worry about me, says the commercial, i’m on a break.
we should stick to the point, said sponge, i know i keep repeating myslef but the email i am getting do likewise.
myself it should be, said breadroll, you said …
i know, said sponge, bloody typo. —— long pause ——. the headlines are a real pain.
you don’t say, said breadroll.
sponge: that caught me cold.
breadroll: what? it is obvious me asking that so not might sound a bit boring.
sponge: obviously. they did not bother putting the yucca tree out. see —- [points, no tree, obviously] ——– and i’ve been told to shut up and not go on about it.
breadroll: right.
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sponge: what’ll we do now?
sponge says: whatever, should i care. sausage digested, no need for details.
block of wood had spent the last few episodes rattling gold chains and howlings yeas occationally; wearing a rucksack as a hunch.
sponge, holding a cutlet and some sausages in one hand, a mixer in the other, says: if we are serious about the splatter we should start somewhere. it won’t go anywhere if we are not serious about it and go the extra mile. that’s what i say.
he waits. no more action.
what happened to the fat lady, said sponge, i wonder.
fat woman, said breadroll.
yes, what happened.
no idea, said breadroll and scratched his crust, block of wood was dealing with her.
i see, said sponge, we lost track of her, didn’t we?
she promised to ring, said block of wood, or email.
cc me in, said sponge, i love to be kept in the loop.
that was a fairly civil conversation, said breadroll.
it was, wasn’t it, said sponge.
it’s hot in here, the fat woman said.
i see, said block of wood.
in was indeed hot in the room with the yucca tree: while block of wood do not sweat fat women do religiously, as do fat men. other do to, however, they are not worth mentioning for the moment.
would you collect sweat in cavities and clefts, said block of wood.
i would love to, the fat woman said, but senior management wants me to have visible drops on forehead and upper lip. the scripts for this and other episodes are equally certain on the subject.
you should have stopped after upper lip, that would have been a punch line and a clear statement, something nice and round to finish the episode. we have to do with the usual now.
they had tea.
and herr brekst did move, here and there, to and fro, round and square.
kitchen, empty, decoration, stage.
slumber, they are absent. death would overtake.
you. the power of your gifts would have startled the most advanced electricians (operators)
of the world.
thousandfold, fourfold: combination of laughter.
puss willow’s to be.
this episode will stir things up and rattle a few cages.
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.
yesterday i made a wet sponge go into work rather than myself. i made the sponge sit on my chair and wait for me to sit on it.
much excitement for a workday. drawn up minutes.
now here we go, said breadroll.
finally, said block of wood.
eventually, said sponge.
a long day in the office had comes to an end. anyhows.
19 November, 2004 
Comments Off did you know it was an inflatable sheep, said sponge.
no, said block of wood, did you?
no, said breadroll, me neither. but it smoked alright.
movement. motion.
be awful if we got that wrong, said sponge.
unbelievable, said breadroll.
block of wood had tea. he poured the liquid in the cup, stirred it, added milk, observed the milk’s behaviour in the still stirred-up tea. put the spoon down. what, he said to sponge and breadroll, staring won’t get you anyway.
wouldn’t it be awful if we got that wrong, said sponge.
you are right there, said block of wood.
a start, said sponge is only as good as the innovative thoughts that drive the continuation to a successful conclusion within competitive business targets. hence we are required to include syllables in the count.
count them?
yes. count them.
are you sure.
positive.
we didn’t get any training on syllables though, said breadroll.
not recently anyway, said block of wood.
alright, said sponge, we should mention that in the next meeting. there’s definitely an update.
that’s really it for now, said sponge.
he was all set and so were breadroll and block of wood. can you say less in less words?
go for it baxter, breadroll said, but there was nobody and nothing baxter could go for. there was no baxter either.
sponge and block of wood instead did not move.
annamusic – spongy tunes