short words might also do

so things would look up. we had that before. pat on the head. the next thing, same thing. right? so you are not so hopeful? no? why not? anything to complain? talk it all down? what?
well nothing, so. we’re done?

miss mighty might

there she comes again, prodding and plodding, she has to carry, that girl, she really does.
that’s not the one we’ve been discussing earlier, said breadroll. you can save your comments.
nope. that one rarely leaves the house. one day she’ll decide enough is enough and won’t get up anymore. they’ll have to feed her 47 burgers a day just to keep her going.

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.

even in the event that something ever might happen

brekst didn’t come in a while, said sponge, and not much happen since. a fly is a fly but for all i know it is an event. brekst with his cirpy voice, the voice that lingers on when he’s gone.
and even if something happened, said breadroll, what would we do?
about it? with it? for it? against it? i spin when i think about it, said sponge. you name it, said breadroll.

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