Schnerb and Vlertma sat for their
mid-sun meal, in the park in front of their
workplace at Greebb'gob & Offspring's tschnuppu manufacture company. The
weather was reasonable. Schnerb opened his
meal bag and took out a
sandwich.
Sensing that something was.... off.... Vlertma snorted inquisitively. "What is that?"
"Well, for days I have been craving a brachtacht and morlocht sandwich."
Vlertma peered more closely. "That's not morlocht."
"I know, my morlocht was spoiled. So I made a brachtacht and fleurlurp sandwich, instead."
Vlertma recoiled. "Brachtacht and
fleurlurp? Are you
mad? Those don't go together at all. That sounds
disgusting!!"
"Well, everybody likes brachtacht and morlocht together, and who doesn't like fleurlurp? Many happen to like morlocht and fleurplurp together, too, so why not brachttacht and morlocht?"
"It's just not
done. They don't
go." Vlertma paused a moment. "Well why not a brachtacht and hreupnurp sandwich?"
Schnerb was momentarily taken aback. "I thought you knew.... I'm a practicing arupneatian. We
never eat hreupnurp."
Vlertma shook her djlerblas. "Brachtacht and fleurlurp is still disgusting."
Schnerb nonchalantly shifted his upper
limb sets and took a big bite out of the sandwich. He rolled it around in his eating orifices, from one to the other and back, then shifted again and had another bite.
Vlertma rolled some--probably most--of her eyes, and turned her attention to her much more conventional container of gruchnashib
soup.
The end.