Honeysugar: Sometimes I need a microscope just to find the crumbs to give me
an excuse to bring out my hoover.
Anorexia: Your life sounds so complicated.
Honeysugar: It is with you being so neat all the time. Mess things up girl!
Anorexia: I hardly eat anything to leave a crumb from.
Honeysugar: I know. Its slim pickings!
Anorexia: I saw Maisie at the Mart today. She was buying some crumble cake. I'm
sure her carpet will need rescuing pretty soon.
Honeysugar: Thanks for the warning. She didn't buy any sugar puffs did she?
Anorexia: No, I don't think so.
Honeysugar: Oh, well. Can't have everything.
Anorexia: But she was buying popcorn.
Honeysugar: Popcorn?! How wonderful! It'll get everywhere. I may have to put the
gobblehead onto the end of the pipe. I've not done THAT since Rose spilt hundreds
and thousands and moondust at the same time.
Anorexia: I'm so excited FOR you. Do you think it'll make the news?
Honeysugar: Only if Al Qaieda is suspected. But they can pretty much be blamed for
anything these days.
Anorexia: And the few things left over are the things they probably REALY did.
Honeysugar: You think? I woldn't know. About what happens in HINGLAND I mean.
Anorexia: I'll tell you another time, or when people have caught up.
Honeysugar: I and my hoover just want to defend the good old US of A.
Anorexia: From germ warfare? I understand.
Honeysugar: Yes, the enemy's even in the discarded food.
Anorexia: Its a hidden danger.
Honeysugar: I see myself as exterminating the excess. Eradicating the extra.
Anorexia: It sounds like my diet, and what softcell Al Qaieda's starting to do with gays.
Honeysugar: What was that?
Anorexia: Oh, nothing.
Honeysugar: Nothing's good. That's what's left after I've hoovered up.