The words we say

"Dialogue!" Danielle yelled, her voice cracking, "Nonsense is the foundation upon which we build our graves?!" She looked around the grease stained kitchen, her massive bulk humorous even in anger. Perhaps moreso.

"Slip the light, taco seasoning is our friend" replied Johnny carefully, placing himself between the rotund figure of Danielle and the waifish Jenny who was cowering behind him, tearfully averting her gaze away from Danielle.

An incredulous Danielle put her hands on her head, smoothed back her short hair. It was too much to fathom, to digest. "Lettuce benign? Lettuce benign?" she asked plaintively, her anger turning to devastation, mind racing about what would be next.

"Oleander spice doesn't take from me my eyes. Oleander radish moon," explained Johnny as he turned and embraced Jenny tightly, "Oleander posh whale sky bacon, with calendar willfully described." He kisses Jenny, her eyes still streaming tears shed for her part in this, that she did willfully, and regretted as soon as she was confronted by it.

Danielle turned to face the wall and rested her hands heavily on the counter. "Polynesian bakery," she said, her voice a whisper, choked with emotion.