I feel despondent, said the one.
I know, said the other.
The weather is outstanding, said the one.
Yes, said the other.
I feel despondent.
I know. You mentioned that…
And you said you know! How, how did you know, other? cried the one.
I know you, replied the other.
We should be outside, shouldn’t we, said the one.
When we were outside…before…I didn’t feel quite so…hopeless, whispered the one.
This isn’t just about Mondays, is it, said the other.
I don’t…think…so, said the one.
It goes deeper, doesn’t it, asked the other.
Yes, yes, so deep, like a filthy jungle pit! cried the one.
Take my hand, one, take it, said the other.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
I don’t know if I have enough chocolate to cure you today, said the other gravely.
I need some of that special prescription chocolate, the one moaned. The kind they keep locked up behind the counter.
What are you talking about?
You know…the SPECIAL chocolate. It’s so strong they keep it locked up.
You are worse off than I thought, muttered the other.
I just need to get through this rough patch, other, the one pleaded. I need to know if I can count on you.
Of course you can! You know that! cried the other.
Don’t shout at me! yelled the one. I’m in a fragile state.
We need to stretch our joints, the other announced. That’s what we need.
My brain stopped, replied the one. It just stopped…back there…I don’t know.
Let’s run like wild horses, one, like wild flippin’ horses! screamed the other.
Yes! Of course! We’ve been in a slow trot here, of course. More like a gallop, yessireee, that’s what we need. I feel better already.
I changed my mind. We’re both axehandle hounds now. Let’s go eat some axe handles.
Nooo…the woodsmen will kill us!!
Why, other, that is the inkpot monkey, of course!
What is it doing?
It’s waiting for us to finish talking so it can drink the rest of the ink in the inkpot.
Oh, it’s very patient, isn’t it.