someday somehow the same must happen again to someone

is that the day we’ve waited for? hardly is. never, not this one.
these were the comments received to the question; we could have other comments but are content with these ones. they are better than none at all.
thus spoke sponge.
certainly there was no need for him to say that.

somehow someone must get something

if we are not getting anywhere, said sponge, could we at least settle for another goal? that was a question. d’you want me to sound like a journalist? fnn ff nnnfff fnnn.
not good, said breadroll, you won’t get a story out of this.
there must be something, said sponge.

send someone

to produce an episode, even an unfunny one, said sponge, phew, tokktokk, tough with double-ff.
impossible today let’s face it, said breadroll, right?
right; so much for that, said sponge.
we should send brekst, said breadroll.
to do what, said block of wood.
to find out, said sponge.
we surely should definitely send brekst, said breadroll, even if he returns with a poem.
that wouldn’t be good, said block of wood.
somebody has to find out, said breadroll.
agreed, said sponge to add a sense of seriousness and commitment to the ending.

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