A Day In The Life (Part XVI) There Are No Words.
"Well. That was the worst thing that's ever happened to me."
"Me too, Sir."
"Seriously though - have you ever seen anyting so-"
"No Sir. Not ever. And I've lived here for years!"
"Well what are we going to do now?"
"I don't know Mister Buzzy...but I know what I'm not going to do."
"Sleep, you mean?"
"Yes Sir. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is-"
"Oh, stop! It just makes me all-"
"Oogie, Sir?"
"Yes! Oogie! I mean, she was all- all- wasn't she?"
"Yes Sir."
"And she had-
"Yes Sir, I know."
"And that laugh! Although Elmer knows what she thought was funny. I'll probably never laugh again."
"Me either, Sir."
"Sleeping and laughing...two things there won't be any more of around here, thanks to that- that- why did she have to mutate here, anyway? She has a home, why couldn't she stay in it? I mean, if I was going to turn into...into one of those...I'd have the decency to stay here and do it! I wouldn't be flaunting my- my self all over the place! No Sir! I have decency! I have pride! I have- "
"Too few-"
"Yes! Right! Too few! And if I ever got any more of them, well, I certainly wouldn't be inflicting them on others, that's all I have to say."
"No Sir. So what should we do now?"
"I'm not sure. I mean, sleeping is out."
"Yes Sir."
"And laughing; because frankly, I don't care if I never hear anybody laugh ever again."
"I know what you mean, Sir. That whistling sound was pretty bad too. It almost sounded like-"
"Ok, no whistling, either. And thanks a lot for that, by the way - I'd almost managed to get it out of my head."
"Sorry Sir."
"Right. Remind me to give you an earworm someday. Anyhow, back to what we should do: So our list is...what? No sleeping, no laughing, no whistling..."
"No slobbering..."
"Really? You think? Well by golly, I'll just cut that out, shall I? I mean, grab the slobber bucket, I feel a bout coming on! Oh! And a sponge! A really big one! Drool, drool, drool..."
"M-Mr. Buzzy...you're scaring me..."
"What...? No, seriously, I'm fine. Just great. So...no spitting, no eating the drapes, no-"
"Maybe we should just think about something else for a while Sir."
"You mean instead of enormous puddles of saliva and hideous barking sounds? Sure! I'm up for that!"
...and so they talked long into the night, and nobody, slept, or ate, or barked, and for all I know, they're sitting there still.
The end.