nice as in friendly not fiendish

he always does that, he always does that wrong, said sponge. and if i was to say that again it would be more like ‘he always does that, he always does that fucking wrong, said sponge’.

say something nice to yourself

he is to examine the mildew on the walls, said breadroll, and if it has greenish or reddish depressions that appear to be deeper than the surface of the wall.
i see, said breadroll.
jolly good, said breadroll, jolliest good. it looks as if i can talk to myself after all.

nice morning

is he awake now, said breadroll.
i don’t think, said sponge, you can start an episode with an openening line quite similiar to the one used previously.
not?
no. that’s lazy.
however, it turned out to be a beautiful day after all.

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