o dear, the report, said breadroll, is it that time of the day again.
i’m afraid …, said sponge.
so am i, said block of wood.
it is, said sponge.
indeed, said block of wood.
o dear, said breadroll, and all that with this big huge unresolved issue on our backs.
ah, forget about the flakes will you, said sponge, they’re harmless. twas just a scare after all. let’s hurry now.
three walked down the road in order to consume conditioned air.
(this is so stupid, said sponge.)