Mouse rides the fishing cat

“If comedy is a full stop. Does that give people nothing more to wonder about?”
“I didn’t see them as comical, I saw them as snide and attacking men and women both at different times for no reason in particular other than you could.”
“How do you deal with an attack?”
“I saw you saying back off too, yes, I understand. But that’s not what we’re into. It’s a grave. People get it once, then laugh and have their cheese sandwich and leave. They need to dream.”
“Comedy not a dream then eh? Art-laughing is just about snide attacks eh? No, ha-ha I enjoyed that so much I want to put it up on my wall and shock my guests.”
“It’s not shocking. It’s just old tory and gold digging bla.”
“I find that attitude bizarre. I’m more crafty than tory. But if that’s the angle I could go for the golden circus stuff, rather than the gore. Put them together and I’ll get some bawdy palace or something eh? Call it Madamoiselle.”
“No way.”
“Don’t want the female sex play eh? Not been done this way before. All men, or weeping picked apart women. Can’t handle me? Ah that’s it, too much of a channel change. You’re easy.”
“Bastard.”
“My mother would be offended by that.”
“I’ve always wanted to say how whatever you do whatever you ask and what ever is out there is a play as long as you don’t let it get into the ways of which to do and think around how it is you play.”

Man and donkey

"I'm never going to talk to you again if you think you can give me such crud as this for a post. I think you are a moron to even want to put it out there like it means something. However, being friendly and all I'll try to make sure that I'm in love with everything you do and that sort of thing. Yes, okay, whatever, good, there's there and there's here and what am I talking about."

"Buggered if I know, you're probably the donkey."

"No you fool. I just wanted to eat you alive for a bit so I can roast you up tommorrow."

"Okay. So this is about stuffing the donkey with something nice and tasty?"

"Shh. Be quiet. We're hunting wrap its."

"On a stuffed donkey?"

"Okay. If that's the way you wish to play you obviously don't need to have a wired up interaction anymore."

"Um. What's that to you?"

"I want you to be fat like me. I hate thin ugly people that don't eat."

"If you were a donkey and the man sitting on you was fat, would you prefer that extra weight, or the bones sticking in?"

"You've got me thinking about where this is going and I'm sort of wondering that myself."

"Okay. Then we're done. Key is in the see eh?"