Rose: I'm thinking of going fat.
Carly: Thinking of? You need to slim rite now.
Rose: I know. Let me put it another way then. I'm thinking of going thin.
Carly: Now we're getting somewhere. Sure you don't want my Slim City meeting to
start up again as mental encoragement?
Rose: No, I think we could bring about the apocalypse if we do that too often.
Carly: Disagreement has many decibels for sure.
Maisie: Hi, gals. Don't mind me, just doing my run.
Rose: You getting outdoorsy?
Maisie: Yes, running machine exploded.
Carly: Al Qaieda?
Maisie: No, overuse. Apparently, no successful slimmer has ever eaten as much as I do.
Rose: Or exercised more.
Carly: Won't you cramp up, stopping for so long?
Maisie: Yes, byeeeee.
Rose: Rexie has a novel 'What Maisie Knew'.
Carly: It can't be about our Maisie or it wold be a short story.
Rose: I know, little sketch.
Carly: So, the meeting. Can we stand another one?
Rose: Well, we are due for armageddon.
Carly: Tomorrow, apparently.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Hiya!
Rose: Wow, those are brite leggings.
Carly: Even for you.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Yes, I kind of thout if you can have shocking pink why can't you
have shocking yelo?
Carly: Its shocking they hadn't thout of it before.
Rose: Carly's on about another meeting.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I could certainly do with one. I had good news yesterday and
celebrated it with an extra apple. I've been worrying about my weit ever since.
Rose: Good news tho, what was it?
Doreen the Dogwalker: Oh, Frio the dog's been found. By someone called Flaxlawna.
Amazingly she's a friend of Anorexia's so she's bringing him over.
Carly: Wow, small world.
Rose: Well, it couldn't get any bigger..oh, I see what you mean.