Lanschi: | So the spoon it is. How much do I owe you? |
Sandman: | Uh, ten coins. And strictly speaking, it's a combobular pompashplork. |
Lanschi: | Whatever. |
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Sandman: | Oh, I cannot take these! |
Lanschi: | Why not? You just said- |
Sandman: | It's a freebie, I insist! |
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Lanschi: | Wait, what about those children? |
Sandman: | They, uh, feast on my success. Woah, look at the time! Gotta go. |
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Panschi: | Did he manage to sell you a toothbrush? |
Lanschi: | No, just a pompashplork. |
Panschi: | A what? |
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Panschi: | That a spoon? Looks combobular. |
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Lanschi: | Sure does, whatever that means. Off to the drawer with you! |
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Lanschi: | Looking good among its brethren. What a trustworthy monster that was! |
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Lanschi: | Time to leave this decidedly unsuspicious spoon right here and waste no further thought on it. |