A Political encounter

Something a little more serious before bedtime. ( Porter Square Books - for when you need a potty training book and find an even better one than the one you were originally looking for. Politics after Paragraph 1. )

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Three cloaked figures move in the darkness of the living room, lit only by the distant light of stars and streetlamps. As they congregate around the stove a pot bubbles steamily.

Voice 1: "Hark and well met."
Voice 2: "I see thee, but mine eyes I can scarcely credit. By the pricking of my toes something smelly that way goes! Hast come from thy upstairs labours so soon?"
1: "The time seemed overlong, but I know that these last few minutes have seen as much toil as many days wasted in feckless youth. La!"
2: "Truly a complicated eve thou hast spent. But come, how didst thou 'scape with so few bruises? Inasmuch as my attempts have landed me with bumps and bruises to make a corrections officer blush I wouldst know the secret."
1: "See'st the nappy? Tis damp, true, but not smelly with the stench of a small child unmannered like the beasts of the field. I find that when such is the case the induction of sleep with sweet dreams to be but a trifle."
2: "Pah, but for me tis always a smelly nappy, the scent vexing my nose such that I fear it might run from my face and go live in a nunnery. What of then?"
1: "Well, then the end product is the determinant. Be it soft like an egg boiled but three minutes? Hard like a rock from the garden? Or doth it run like a craven footman facing a knight, all armoured and horsed and charging in the list?"
2: "Well-"
Voice 3: "The pasta is ready. Time to eat! And will you stop talking in those silly accents?"