terror has a face and a tendency

during the offally bombing nobody shot, said sponge.
that’s an old story, said breadroll.
that is the face of terror, said sponge, didn’t shot this time, will shot next time. that’s the snot in the nose. what it boils down to. the snot in the nose. it’s there, you don’t feel it, don’t know about it and bang, pops out and causes havoc.
sponge sulked a bit. he liked his imagery, which didn’t ring with the others. rainy day with gust of northerly wind. terror brings security, just as the train people work. a train will come. peace on earth, our pure essence.

ungood tendencies

chumchums we are, said sponge, as to emphasise what i pointed out previously. a certain fatigue has snked in and we are set to tackle it err it. for modernists we even throw in a few letter combinations. speeeeetch iz ze trigger off zet ohl fnnnnn.
in all fair- and rroundness, said breadroll, pass the fat butteer. ze yellow wan. pls.
iz ze gutt ze brott, said sponge. whensa the germann accento gonnah endh. we’re going on slippy slippers wearing slips only sense-of-humour-wise.
that’s alright, said sponge, somebody is goinck to come.

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