sit tight in silence

no just don’t do anything, said sponge and used a cattle prod he had found in the stationmaster’s office on breadroll. it was in the stationmaster orifice, he said, you should be honoured.
stop that, said breadroll. that’s not so funny.
the cattle prod, train people issue, was of cheaper make than expected. it broke soon, having served neither purpose nor cause.

sit on my face

sponge on his chair was dribbling.
does anyone have a rug, said block of wood, or a tissue?
loo roll, said breadroll.
that’ll do, said block of wood.
they paused. scenery: room. (memorise details of room during pause).
i would like to be sat on, said sponge.

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