Wabsworth tapped the Wabbit on the shoulder and said
"Will you ask the question?" "All right," smiled the
Wabbit, "What was that for a sort of adventure we just
had?" Eataly was quiet and his voice rang out.
"Drink!" yelled Tipsy. She scaled the giant wine bottle then tapped
it - but it sounded hollow. "Political pastiche,"
murmured Skratch. “It took place in a socio-semiotic framework, yet
it remained undelineated." Lapinette leaned back and nodded her
head. "But in terms of intertextuality, it provided an oscillation of meanings
accessible to pragmatic appropriation." "Drink!" shouted
Tipsy. Lapinette twitched an ear. A waiter appeared, took an order
and vanished. Skratch's eyes bulged and he spluttered, "In narratological stereotypes, autonomous constructs are usually foregrounded." Lapinette held up a paw. "Only for naive readers." It
was Wabsworth's turn to speak. (Being an android, he had read
everything there was to read.) "The adventure was political
but utilised comical sharpening, which produced negative but likeable
stereotypes." "The wine is coming," yelled Tipsy. "I rest
my case," smiled Wabsworth. "Wabsy, I heard that," murmured
Tipsy. "Skratch creased up with laughter. "Now you have to take
Tipsy to the movies." Tipsy grinned. "I like political
horror." Lapinette kept a straight face.
"Like They live." Tipsy slid down the giant wine bottle.
"They won't if they don't bring my drink."