Fuck off bitches

Talk talk talk. You both just say words. Constant words. The words do not mean anything. It is a salad of words, with no dressing, or anything to tie them together. There is the occasional hackneyed saying, usually out of context. And, to be fair, you occasionally say to each other, something ‘affirming’, like “oooo yes, you’re so right and so clever”. Or, “thank you, that’s really great” when the other one parrots some useless thing to do.Sometimes you try to draw someone else in to the conversation, although that is very rare. When it happens, if they say anything at all, it is either quickly derided (“I don’t think that’s very true”) or flipped back to you two baggages (“well, I know this”/ “I have done this” / “that’s not what I do”).

Whoever was drawn in, is then thankfully released, but remains unable to drown out your bullshit. Instead they are left hoping for death or at least deafness, realising there are still many hours of the working day remaining.

Nothing can be done. You won’t stop. If ANYONE DARES to try and challenge anything either of you say, one or other of you will attack, like an angry hippopotamus. Purple faces with wobbling jowls, spittle flying, pouty lips, like enormous toddlers: Voices become higher and faster, assaulting eardrums, reaching a feverish pitch.

I. FUCKING. HATE. BOTH. OF. YOU. YOU. HIDEOUS. BITCHES.

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