-Let me find employment somewhere!!
- Sir, what are you doing in the square under the rainy sky without an
umbrella, saying such a thing?
- Come here my child, they don’t let me find employment anywhere!!
-Sir, you have accustomed us to other things. We really enjoyed
what you had to say around eleven o’ clock, when we go for our
cheesepies.
-Don’t you enjoy my words now?
-Certainly not!
- I am sorry my child, I can’t offer you anything better anymore. Isn't
it obvious why? They don’t let me find employment anywhere!!
- Gentlemen, come.
-And the transmission, what will happen to it?
-The transmission? Lock him up somewhere! He is mad!!
-But what will happen to the transmission?
-What are you saying to me sir? Gentlemen! Sir, stop tugging my sleeve!
Gentlemen!!! Sir, will you stop it!
-I understand, you’d rather hear the old transmission, “The end is
nigh”, but unfortunately that transmission is over.
- Why is that sir? It was a transmission, as you call it, that we all
enjoyed around eleven o'clock when my colleagues and I returned to
the office with cheesepies for the clerical assistants.
-The end my dear child has arrived in the form of there being no end …
-You are despicable to say such a thing! You are a criminal!
- You, he, and I, have the same rights, in the form of cheesepies…
- Please sir (in hushed tones) start transmitting again what we
enjoyed hearing, pretend that the end has not arrived in the form of
there being no end, and…
- And???
- We will share with you (a conspiratory whisper) ........the cheesepies...
