[Night. Quiet. No sound but the sixty-cycle hum of civilization. Schmutzie and Palinode sit there, stupefied by it all.]
Schmutzie: I want popcorn but I’m too lazy to get up.
[still with the pausing]
Schmutzie: I wish I had a popcorn robot.
Palinode: Hold on, is that a robot made of popcorn?
Schmutzie: No, it’s -
Palinode: Because that wouldn’t work at all.
Schmutzie: I don’t -
Palinode: It would probably be made of kernels. And whenever it overheated, which would be always, all its components would puff up.
Schmutzie: That would be its superpower.
Palinode: And you’d have to watch out for squirrels.
Schmutzie: Squirrels would be all over my popcorn robot.
Palinode: A grand achievement, undone by squirrels.
Palinode: I’m going to put this on my blog.
Schmutzie: NO, I WAS GOING TO DO THAT.
Palinode: I figured I’d better call dibs.