ANQUILA: But think of the wonderfloonts!
ASPERALDI: The wonderfloonts have no mustard!
ANQUILA: And I suppose so does Oggpongkoa?
ASPERALDI: Oggpongkoa is silent, speechless, reigning in unprofundity
ANQUILA: Do the birds twitter, do the bees google?
ASPERALDI: These things are not as a gargarice, a mouthwash, a priory, a backstabbing elemental. Ask not of them, they do not curry favor with the elementals.
ANQUILA: Then who does the sea froth for?
ASPERALDI: The sea froths for no one, nor do the stars foam for us; Such things are the warp and wooft of the world.
ANQUILA: Will the heavens defend us?
ASPERALDI: Not from ourselves.
ANQUILA: All hope is lost! We are become our mothers!
ASPERALDI: Only if we have become our hamsters.
ANQUILA: But the ribald sconces do not betroth us to such monoliths!
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