You need sprinkles, kooks! Remember I said that?
'What sprinkles, boss? What are you going on about?'
Ha, ha, ha! Sprinkles of sardonic humour, Voice. On your grand poems. Like salt on your chips.
'But I don't have any grand poems, boss.'
No, but I do.
'I don't even have any chips.'
Shut up. I'll get you some later, when I go out.
'Thanks!'
Yeah, yeah.
