“Hey Steve, I was playing this really great video game the other day. I slid down this pipe and entered a strange new world.”
“Yeah, yeah, I want to tell you about my day, man. I went to the market to get ripe tomatoes for my sauce, but can you believe they didn’t have any?! I wandered into the blazing heat, sweat pouring down my face until I nearly I drowned in it, to find provisions.”
“Ah-hem! Steve, can we please return to the subject? I was talking about games.”
“I searched five more stores but… Arrrgh!”
Suddenly — in mid-sentence — Steve started foaming at the mouth and fell over. He had babbled like a brook just fine, but the flow of words had increased and grown into a huge foamy, wave that crested and overpowered him.
“Oh, great! He’s barely conscious. I guess I’m alone with my thoughts again.”
