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May. 10th, 2007 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowl"Imagine, if you will - "
"I won't, if you don't mind," Roger broke in offensively. "Imagining's bad for the digestion. Won't it keep 'til after dinner?"
Monty rolled his eyes. "Anything that put you off your feed would be a tragedy for the grocery industry."
"Rather. Just think of all the farmers who'd have to sell out and move to town and find jobs grinding scissors door-to-door or something."
"I'm an integral part of the national economy," Roger agreed, heedlessly snatching the last roll and slathering it with the day's work of at least two milk-cows. "You don't want to be responsible for a recession, do you?"
"I'll be responsible for a concussion in a minute," said Monty threateningly, half-rising from his seat, "if you don't fork over that bun."
It was Simon's turn to roll his eyes now. "Orace? Have we got any more bread to shove into our matched set of trasch compactors? Toddle it out before we need to call an ambulance."
"Are not a matched set," said Roger, rather crumbily (he had somehow forced the entire roll into his mouth the instant Monty challenged him). "He's got two stone on me."
"You're certainly doing your best to catch up," Simon said witheringly.
Roger had the grace to look embarrased and finish chewing before he responded this time. "Imagine what, anyway?"
"Oh, I've quite forgotten now."
"I won't, if you don't mind," Roger broke in offensively. "Imagining's bad for the digestion. Won't it keep 'til after dinner?"
Monty rolled his eyes. "Anything that put you off your feed would be a tragedy for the grocery industry."
"Rather. Just think of all the farmers who'd have to sell out and move to town and find jobs grinding scissors door-to-door or something."
"I'm an integral part of the national economy," Roger agreed, heedlessly snatching the last roll and slathering it with the day's work of at least two milk-cows. "You don't want to be responsible for a recession, do you?"
"I'll be responsible for a concussion in a minute," said Monty threateningly, half-rising from his seat, "if you don't fork over that bun."
It was Simon's turn to roll his eyes now. "Orace? Have we got any more bread to shove into our matched set of trasch compactors? Toddle it out before we need to call an ambulance."
"Are not a matched set," said Roger, rather crumbily (he had somehow forced the entire roll into his mouth the instant Monty challenged him). "He's got two stone on me."
"You're certainly doing your best to catch up," Simon said witheringly.
Roger had the grace to look embarrased and finish chewing before he responded this time. "Imagine what, anyway?"
"Oh, I've quite forgotten now."
