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she bonked.
    â€œIt is not I that bonks through them. They bonk for themselves.”
    â€œWe must spend them then,” she bonked. She looked angrily to her meft. “If money offends me, it must be spent.”
    â€œDon’t trust her, master,” the bonk rose and hung in the air.
    Then the food arrived: the big pig squished out with spruzzles and glasses of poultry magornzo and snit glowing candles and fumbly snails sliding in mello and whole pine-rabbles popping over chimneyed candy-fickles with gimmie gummy goose gumps and with whirly fuzz-plaster all fussing about.
    â€œNow this is a meal,” Cola Eyes bonked.
    â€œAgreed.”
    They forked it into their mouths and bonked and bonked more freely with each forkful. They bonked of weather and music and hobblysnort. They bonked of Merly and Pearly and of the winds of the West. They bonked of how many times they’d buttered toast and how many loaves they’d sent back to the baker and under what conditions and the refreshing feeling of getting the bread out of the plastic. They bonked of mortgages and blorgages and variable credit-frosting arms and legs and tentacles. And at the tail end of this, with a mouth half full of gimmie gummy goose gumps, Cola Eyes let loose a slippery spontaneous bonk that went thus:
    â€œIt’s important for me to trust the Bonkers that surround me. I’m not picky about everything but there are certain things that are important to me. Last Wednesday, I went to the mall and bought a shirt and a flirt and that reminded me of my brother which reminded me of my moothmush which reminded my of my many speckled list of things that are a must for me to have in a bonk-partner. The first of which being that he must have a handy chazz-whiz…” And the bonk went on like this. Mason Foot examined it in parts, never being able to know for sure exactly how long it would take him to digest and understand the entire bonk, but it seemed, as he analyzed it and turned it over in his mind that it might take him seven, whole weeks, at the very least. The scientists of their day had predicated that their entire civilization could only be sustained in the most optimistic of circumstances for about six and half more weeks. If he added his lifetime to the lifetime of any potential bonkers he might sire he couldn’t see his own bonk-line lasting more than four more weeks at best. But he liked this girl and he wanted to understand her bonk. He got nervous and bonked rather bonkishly:
    â€œCherrywood nipples!” He bonked it loudly so that everyone in the restaurant could hear.
    â€œWhat?” she bonked.
    â€œNothing.”
    â€œDid you just bonk, ‘Cherrywood nipples’? What’s that supposed to mean? That’s like something a crazy Bonker would bonk. I mean, I’ve heard some crazy bonks in my day. Cherrywood nipples? Cherrywood nipples? Are you feeling alright, Mason Foot?”
    â€œI’m fine. I’m fine. I just. I just got a little nervous.”
    â€œThat’s your response to my test bonk? The test bonk that I give all Bonkers to see if they just want to butter my toast. The one that should take a Bonker seven weeks to debonk. The one that was supposed to take you to the end of civilization to debonk. You debonked my test bonk in a couple minutes and then you come back at me with cherrywood nipples? What’s that mean? That’s so weird. I’m not sure how I feel about you now. I’m not comfortable with this. Cherrywood nipples? You’re weird. I think I hate you, Mason Foot. What kind of name is that, anyways? I bet it’s not even sedimentary.”
    â€œI don’t just want to butter your toast, Cola Eyes.”
    â€œYou want to be a weirdo dweebie-vent is what you want to do. Cherrywood nipples?” Then she really started bonking. She let out bonks that were even longer: eight weeks, nine weeks, yearlong, abysmally-mysterious hyperspace bonks,