Narrator: As the Slight Man and the Fat Man were rejoicing their most intense conversation, ill winds were blowing their way.
Slight Man: I must say, Fat Man, friend, this breeze is quite brisk! Even you must have felt it... Even you with the natural down padding.
Fat Man: No doubt I have, it seems that a window may be open, better shut it, good friend, or you may catch a gruesome illness.
Slight Man: Gruesome illness?! This is no doubt an ill wind! Wait! That man over there is holding the window open! What in blazes are you doing?
Narrator: As the Slight Man's fiery heart heats up with anger, his brittle bones are chilled.
Slight Man: Madman! Shut that window now, it is bloody cold!! Why are you talking about me?
Narrator: The Slight Man's frustration reaches its peak, and he walks over to punch me in the face.
Onomatopoeia: WALLOP!
Narrator: Ow!! BLOODY HELL!! I mean... BLOODY NOSE!!!!
Fat Man: Did that small boy just say "Wallop"? This is most amusing, this boy thinks he is a figure of speech, and this man with a broken nose thinks he is a narrator!
Slight Man: These two people belong in a house for the mentally ill!!! I have heard anecdotes of people with such symptoms such as these. The Mental Hygenist must see to them.
Fat Man: I hope these anecdotes are not just creations from the higher function of your brain, in an effort to 'trick' me, for the lack of a better word, so I look like a fat fool!
Slight Man: I dare not! Have your hearing organs ever become familiar with the Anecdote of the Alliteration?
Fat Man: I cannot say I have. But frankly, I try not to let my hearing organs become familiar with anything for fear of infection!
Slight Man: Oh ahahahah! You are a funny funny man!
Fat Man: Quickly, make haste to the Mental Hygenist!
Setting: Outside the tavern
Onomatopoeia: CREAK, SLAM!!
Narrator: Abd so, de Slight Mad and de Fat Mad take de peculiar boy named Odomadopoeia do de house of de mendully ill.
