Latest Dojo Dialogue
Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 9:33 pm
FIRST MALE DOJO: "Have you finished your picket sign yet?"
SECOND MALE DOJO: "Putting the finishing touches on it, right now. It's challenging when your fins have no fingers. I've been learning to paint with my barbels ..."
FEMALE DOJO: "Yeah, show-off! Your letters are all wobbly!"
THIRD MALE DOJO: "MY sign looks better!"
FOURTH MALE DOJO: "Well, mine has the largest message: "NO O-NIPS -- NO DOJOS !!!"
FEMALE DOJO: "You know, I don't think our Mama intended to run out of O-Nips. Maybe she just forgot to order more."
FIRST MALE DOJO: "Then we'll all be reminding her, won't we!"
FEMALE DOJO: "Is going on strike REALLY necessary?"
SECOND MALE DOJO: "It isn't just the O-Nips. She took out all our loose plants and replaced them with potted ones buried in the gravel. Now, we can't enjoy the fun of uprooting them! Watching Mama trying to replace them when we dug them up was a hoot!"
FEMALE DOJO: "But look! We now have a bunch more plants and a lot more hidey holes. We have plenty of shade and lots of light when we need it. Look at those huge crags she's put in here for us! All those deep holes and channels for us to rest in. We've got it pretty darn good, if you ask ME!"
THIRD MALE DOJO: "But we're not getting anymore O-Nips, and I WANT MY O-NIPS !!!"
FIRST MALE DOJO: "So, the plan is?"
SECOND MALE DOJO: "We've been over this a dozen times! We hide inside the hidey holes or bury ourselves in the gravel, and we stick our signs out so she can read them. We stay there until we our demands are met."
FEMALE DOJO: "Well, I'm not going to strike! I think you guys are being childish."
THIRD MALE DOJO: "What? You're going to cross our picket line???"
FEMALE DOJO: "That's my right, you know."
(Male dojos circle around her with threatening looks on their faces. She blows them off.)
FEMALE DOJO: "We get plenty of good stuff to eat."
FIRST MALE DOJO: "Wait! Here she comes! Places, everyone!"
(The four male dojos scurry into hiding, displaying their strike signs in open water. Only the female remains visible.)
DOJOSMAMA: "Looky here, little ones! Look what Mama got you!"
FEMALE DOJO: "Oh, Boy!"
DOJOSMAMA: "Say, what's this? What's with all the signs? And where are your tankmates?"
DOJOSMAMA: (reading signs: "O-NIPS OR BUST!!!", "NO O-NIPS -- NO DOJOS !!!")
FEMALE DOJO: "Hey, knuckleheads! You can come out, now! Mama's brought us new O-Nips!"
(In a sudden flurry of activity, signs go floating to the surface as a blur of elongated bodies gather around the little brown protein tablets, barbels flicking furiously as hungry mouths devour them.)
DOJOSMAMA: "My goodness! What little hogs you are!"
ALL FIVE DOJOS IN UNISON: "Yeah, but we're HAPPY little hogs!"
FEMALE DOJO: "More like spoiled brats! Yum-yum!"
(Dojosmama nets out the floating picket signs and confiscates the dojos' Sharpies. "No more of this nonsense, now!".)
MALE DOJOS GRUMBLE: "She's not even impressed that we can write!"
FEMALE DOJO: "Since we can talk, I assume she takes it for granted."
THIRD MALE DOJO: "Who cares? EAT !!!"
(AND, SO, THEY DO, CONTENTED ONCE MORE.)
SECOND MALE DOJO: "Putting the finishing touches on it, right now. It's challenging when your fins have no fingers. I've been learning to paint with my barbels ..."
FEMALE DOJO: "Yeah, show-off! Your letters are all wobbly!"
THIRD MALE DOJO: "MY sign looks better!"
FOURTH MALE DOJO: "Well, mine has the largest message: "NO O-NIPS -- NO DOJOS !!!"
FEMALE DOJO: "You know, I don't think our Mama intended to run out of O-Nips. Maybe she just forgot to order more."
FIRST MALE DOJO: "Then we'll all be reminding her, won't we!"
FEMALE DOJO: "Is going on strike REALLY necessary?"
SECOND MALE DOJO: "It isn't just the O-Nips. She took out all our loose plants and replaced them with potted ones buried in the gravel. Now, we can't enjoy the fun of uprooting them! Watching Mama trying to replace them when we dug them up was a hoot!"
FEMALE DOJO: "But look! We now have a bunch more plants and a lot more hidey holes. We have plenty of shade and lots of light when we need it. Look at those huge crags she's put in here for us! All those deep holes and channels for us to rest in. We've got it pretty darn good, if you ask ME!"
THIRD MALE DOJO: "But we're not getting anymore O-Nips, and I WANT MY O-NIPS !!!"
FIRST MALE DOJO: "So, the plan is?"
SECOND MALE DOJO: "We've been over this a dozen times! We hide inside the hidey holes or bury ourselves in the gravel, and we stick our signs out so she can read them. We stay there until we our demands are met."
FEMALE DOJO: "Well, I'm not going to strike! I think you guys are being childish."
THIRD MALE DOJO: "What? You're going to cross our picket line???"
FEMALE DOJO: "That's my right, you know."
(Male dojos circle around her with threatening looks on their faces. She blows them off.)
FEMALE DOJO: "We get plenty of good stuff to eat."
FIRST MALE DOJO: "Wait! Here she comes! Places, everyone!"
(The four male dojos scurry into hiding, displaying their strike signs in open water. Only the female remains visible.)
DOJOSMAMA: "Looky here, little ones! Look what Mama got you!"
FEMALE DOJO: "Oh, Boy!"
DOJOSMAMA: "Say, what's this? What's with all the signs? And where are your tankmates?"
DOJOSMAMA: (reading signs: "O-NIPS OR BUST!!!", "NO O-NIPS -- NO DOJOS !!!")
FEMALE DOJO: "Hey, knuckleheads! You can come out, now! Mama's brought us new O-Nips!"
(In a sudden flurry of activity, signs go floating to the surface as a blur of elongated bodies gather around the little brown protein tablets, barbels flicking furiously as hungry mouths devour them.)
DOJOSMAMA: "My goodness! What little hogs you are!"
ALL FIVE DOJOS IN UNISON: "Yeah, but we're HAPPY little hogs!"
FEMALE DOJO: "More like spoiled brats! Yum-yum!"
(Dojosmama nets out the floating picket signs and confiscates the dojos' Sharpies. "No more of this nonsense, now!".)
MALE DOJOS GRUMBLE: "She's not even impressed that we can write!"
FEMALE DOJO: "Since we can talk, I assume she takes it for granted."
THIRD MALE DOJO: "Who cares? EAT !!!"
(AND, SO, THEY DO, CONTENTED ONCE MORE.)