comediansleft to their own devices, the comedians wouldn’t speak much of each other if need did arise. naturally this intoned elementary closeness to their disputant habitual patterns.

pinkghost in the machine-bot . . . boo!

number twobotty bot.
he’s your daddy!

vimobots/mimobotsWelly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well my droog!
Meeting you gives me a nice warm vibraty feeling all through my guttiwuts! Let’s itty over to the Korova Milkbar (you can carry me in your carman) the first Moloko Plus is on me. This should sharpen us up and once we’ve made up our rasoodocks, we could tolchock my gulliver so you can viddy my mozg. Initiative comes to thems that wait, real horrorshow!
Righty-right.

whenoonahueen-newna . . . veenuuna . . . whenoonah . . . fin-una . . . he gave up.

diluted pupilsback drenched in perspiration. diluted pupils gleaming with fear. he was loosing it.
following the ‘ice’ pool, self-mortification with a twig was next.