one may ignore the leitmotif but might not escape the sponge

there we would go again, said sponge, if we wanted to.
but we don’t want to, said breadroll. exactly, said sponge and a clock started to tick. i’ve got something in my ears, he said. silence. a ticking in sponge’s ears.
yes well, said breadroll, country doctor as i am i shall send you to a specialist.
you’re not a doctor, said sponge.
no, said breadroll, but you are not sick and therefore we just impersonated a joke. staged it for the not-onlookers.

leitmotif

there we go again, said sponge.
nothing to say, said breadroll, the corner.
will we have spreadsheet, said block of wood, they call it report.
a field day, said breadroll, when it’s done right. there was a silence of many to come. i wish i could put a well put sentence to paper, he said.

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