local boys / often fighting amongst themselves / not naturally committed to gentle communication / and why should they be / Brother Pukeface / they love to fight / you’ve seen the craving for importance in their little eyes / those pools of suspicion / to force submission / and protect / that’s their satisfaction / their little selves / don’t they just eat it up / not for us / are they / Brother Dungface / unfortunately no / Brother Pukeface / at this point Brother Spunkface passes by / returning with a basket of vegetables freshly harvested from the walled garden the monks maintained adjacent to the monastery / he pauses just long enough to grumble / dog-brains / such fucking thick-heads / Brothers Pukeface and Dungface look up / their eyes screwed on account of the sun blazing behind Brother Spunkface’s head / they’s playin goats they say / charging the garden wall with their heads / maybe we should suck them off while their unconscious / proposes Brother Pukeface / they laugh / we should be so lucky / drawls Brother Spunkface / meaning that it was unlikely they could knock themselves more unconscious than they already were / they should be so lucky / adds Brother Dungface / and with that the conversation breaks up