-Lookee! What you've got?
-My prized. My designer couch. Tops. Flawless. Beyond.
-I could almost fall asleep even with 20 pumps of adrenaline. Takes you in!
-What's it good? How's it good?
-Sings.
-Of melodies?
-Of songs?
-Of praises.
-Wicked!
-I had mine share. Before I get eaten, take the seat.
-Not physical! Your mind sinks in!
-The praises! There it goes.
-Mine! Tell me mine!
-No. It can't tell.
-What's it good then!
-Not of words you'd understand. Not of melodies you'd hear. Not of smells you'd smell. Not of a taste you'd savour. Ain't that real? Ain't that good?
-How's it good? How's it good then!
-I guess it's not tops for nothing.
-There you go.

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