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is it still there, said sponge.
naturally, said breadroll, they don’t clean up.
and i have a meeting today, said sponge.
you’re not serious, said breadroll.
i am, said sponge, can’t wait.
so i believe, said breadroll, but the room is not available.
that was the brief summary of a short dialog on the fact that the three were locked out. essential maintenance, it was said but who would believe that for a minute.

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trullalulalallalu, i make poopoo what do you. a song is a way to start the day, hey.
how come he’s so happy, said block of wood.
it’s spreadsheet wednesday, said sponge, a charity thing. tea?
yes please.
so, any new about coming to terms with the words and stuff?
no. we need the spreadsheet otherwise and that’s all there is to it.
who placed the spreadsheet there so unevenly, said breadroll.
he did, said sponge.
he did, said block of wood.
i am going to bring this up in the next meeting, said breadroll, that’s not on and it puts me off. in a continuing effort to maximise our ability to grow and successfully meet the needs of our agenda, a spreadsheet must at all times be effectively organised and aligned with the breakfast tableplace.
we have tea on that, said block of wood.

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