Deadebert: And by stool, you mean his poop, not the chair.
Siskel:That's right. I'm not talking about furniture. I'm talking about shit, the kind that comes out of your asshole. I like to call it a 'shitpipe' though.
Deadebert: Right. We only have one character to focus on in this story. Sometimes it can be a mistake to fool with a complex hierarchy of people, when only in the context of a 750 word piece.
Siskel:Yes, and what a character we have to focus on! His hobbies are a venerable list of absurd activities.
Deadebert: I've never drank a hot water/maple syrup cocktail and I'm not sure that I ever will. But when I read about it, it seems as though it might not be all that bad!
Siskel:This story is comforting. Swilling that odd concoction and the characters obsession with warm laundry and the smell of stacks of hot dryer sheets just feels nice to hear about.
Deadebert: It's probably just because I am an obese bastard, it's fun to read about food in a story.
Siskel:A lemon curd and sardine sandwich is something which I have not had the pleasure of experiencing first hand, but somehow it sounds rather delectable!