Sunday, March 28, 2010


“Mr. Wilhelm, how did your catharsis go?”

“You see, Bennington, that’s your problem, not mine.”

“Oh? You fancy to believe that such inner-tweakings fault upon my behalf?”

“My dear chap, you’re an idiot to me. That’s all it is.”

“An idiot? You care to flatter me with such a statement on this fine day?”

“Actually, I do, Bennington.”

“You’re a bloody beast, Wilhelm, a bloody beast.”

“I feel you’ve got your accusations incorrect my dear dupe. Hush hush.”

“Hush hush?”

“You really remind of a dog, Benzy, really.”

“Where do you manage this absurd audacity, I really must ask?”

“Why ask when you can just do? Do something Benzy, come along now.”

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