No Reason Here Too

[Continued from the previous nonsensical burst of non-creativity. What shouldn't have been, but is, and will in all non-probability be unlikely to not stop existing]


Pencil : How dare you threaten me with a sharpener?

Eraser : Beg your pardon. Terribly sorry. Should I be threatening you with a sword then?

Pencil : No, it's just a long blade.

Eraser : Scapula then?

Pencil : Don't you go Latin on me.

Eraser : Can I go talin on you?

Pencil : You are not making sense.

Eraser : That's only because I'm making molehill.

Pencil : Molehill?

Eraser : Yes, out of a mountain.

Pencil : I think it's the other way around.

Eraser : How? Niatnuom makes much less sense, you know.

Pencil : It reminds me of the volcanic mountain experiment. You remember that one?

Eraser : Oh don't remind me of that. I still get night-horses about it. Only, they are all females.

Pencil : I'm feeling weird again.

Eraser : I'm feeling like re-incarnation of the carnation you trampled last week.

Pencil : Don't be silly. I couldn't have trampled a nation full of cars. But I do feel like Baby's Breath now.

Carnation : Do you now? Hope not the just-burped kind. 'cause that would just be nasty

Baby's Breath : Shh.. Do you hear that?

Carnation : Hummmmmmmmmm. Huh? Hear what? Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Baby's Breath : Sounds like some one's humming.

Carnation : Hummmmmmmmmm. Humming? What is it sounding like? Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Baby's Breath : Like some one's humming, you comprehensive bowl of lard.

Carnation : Hummmmmmmmmm. You are invoking me now. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Baby's Breath : You mean provoking, you sincere ignoramus.

Carnation : Hummmmmmmmmm. This will not end well. It may very well end in a well. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[I will bring an end to it when I figure out what "it" exactly is]

No Reason

Disembodied voice 1 : I need a knacksap.

Disembodied voice 2 : You mean a knapsack?

Disembodied voice 1 : No, I mean I need a snapneck.

Disembodied voice 2 : That's it. I'm cutting you off.

Disembodied voice 1 : No! Please! I have a family.

Disembodied voice 2 : I know that you moron. I'm cutting you off for your own good. Let's go.

Disembodied voice 1 : Are we there yet?

Disembodied voice 2 : We haven't started yet. We're stationary.

Disembodied voice 1 : Are we? I would like to be scented.

Disembodied voice 2 : What? No, we're stationary with an "a". But now that you mention it, I do feel like a pencil.

Disembodied voice 1 : And I feel like an eraser.

Pencil : Weird........

Eraser : We should have cut each other off earlier.

Pencil : But to do that we both should have been penknives. That would just have been confusing.

Eraser : I suppose you're right. You are right though, aren't you? Between the two of you I mean.

Pencil : Shh.. What was that sound?

Eraser : That's my family! Thank you for not cutting me off.

Pencil : You suppose we should tell them? 'bout the shrooms I mean.

Eraser : No. If we tell 'em 'bout 'em, they will soon be asking 'bout all the other fungi.

Pencil : Maybe we should tell 'em 'bout 'em anyway. We are terribly intoxicated.

Eraser : No. We are terribly inmyhouse. And I say we don't tell 'em.

Pencil : How do you propose to stop me from telling 'em? You're just an eraser.

Eraser : Yes, but I happen to know where the sharpener is.

[It probably shouldn't be, but it will almost uncertainly be continued..]