remember the block, said sponge. no, said breadroll. gone a long time now, said sponge, we should leave too, but where too. we ask ourselves all the time, everybody else would have lost patience. not we, said breadroll. he tried to find the edge of the platform with his eyes. no avail, too vast it was. we’re lost, he said. big time, said sponge, that platform is a forest. would you believe, so vast and void. and insects, said breadoll.
how easily one forgets, said breadroll, but i do wonder where sponge just might be.
happy, said block of wood.
where i said, said breadroll, not how.
i don’t know, said block of wood.
that’ll be it now, he said, let’s have a rest. a rest but not a rust.
let alone a roast.
ha ha, very witty indeed.
now, we are about to end a week although we just started a day, a line as from a ballad, some nu romance stuff, said sponge , we just say goodbye and godspeed.
which has no limits.
ha ha very witty indeed.
the day then passed without special notice.
breadroll makes a point to which sponge agrees but block of wood misses the point but cannot be blamed for it
i once meet a man, said breadroll, who did a walk as in a few paces every single morning. or should we wait?
good point, said sponge, we are in win-win here. or lose-lose, for that matter. that just be discussed.
tea everyone, said block of wood. he didn’t say it. he expressed it. there was no tea.
Not far to be honest. around the corner that’s it it. pretty much if you consider. around the corner. so well put in frank english. around the corner. i could say this a thousand times if i had to. but not now. a thousand times. around the corner. fnn. i must oppose to the use of the word err wood and —— actually. now actually, and and actually in a title in the public. sorry for having been having to say taht err that.
fading fnn’s and argue about it.
that’ll be, said breadroll, it. (sharply spoken t, like and explosion).
it, said block of wood, sucks. (spoken as x for an s).
block of wood had successfully assured himself that he had not been left out on purpose. he sat — lights on, lights off — at the table. lights or lice, he said, who cares. the itch still would not go.
better times are underway, scratch wood.
entry sponge. i am going to talk to this block of wood now, he says, it is not that hard to talk to a block of wood. easier than many of you might think.
oh yes, said sponge and did not further specify the meaning of his words.
there is none, said block of wood.
what, said sponge.
meaning, said block of wood, in your words.
oh yes, said sponge, no, none, but i’m hoping to get away with it.
i see, said block of wood, tea anyone?
don’t even think of making this a chorus, said sponge.
ooh look, they searching for us, said breadroll.
and yes there is to say we are, pretty much so after an exhausting morning, so, what are we on for, said sponge. (block of wood was not in this episode. he was supposed to be on holidays somewhere else. all in the second series which have not been shown on national tv yet.) puss willow thought he did not have to watch this and switched off. mistake. no tv was even worse. rubbish, he said, who would look for that? block of wood is alive, and breadroll. rubbish. should be out by wednesday.
so we had tea and there was this bloke who had a piece of cake but i didn’t tell the others about it, i went and smashed his nose and took the cake all for myself. i don’t like cake. that not the problem. i don’t know what the problem might be. block of wood had finished the cake and looked around. where is everybody, he said. i should write a book about that. i have to wait and see. that could be a book, too.