Frank

By this stage it was about one o'clock, so Timott and Bricks were getting pretty hungry. They decided to join the que for sausages.
'Nice glove, by the way,' said Bricks.
'Why thank you, laddie,' said Timott. 'My dear wife made it.'
Your wife? thought Bricks, raising his three eyebrows. Although he'd only met Timott the previous morning, when they'd both moved onto res, he was pretty surprised to find out that he was married, at only eighteen years old.
'How long've ya been married?' Bricks asked.
'Married?!' said Timott, nearly choking. I'm not married!'
'But you just said you were.'
'No I didn't!'
'Yeah ya did. I said the glove you got w's cool and you said your wife made it for ya.'
'No Oh didn't! Ya must've imagined it.'
'Nah. Oh didn't imagine it.'
'Oh don't worry, son,' said Timott, patting Bricks on the shoulder, 'I imagine things all the time these days. Mind's not what it once was. Why, I imagined a rollin' hill came up behine me an' squashed me flat, just th'other day.'
'Wha...?' said Bricks.
'Hmmm?' said Timott. 'What is it?'
'Ya jus' said you imagined a hill rolling over ya yesterday.'
'No Oh didn't!'
'Yeah ya did,' said Botox.
Botox had an Standing Tall t-shirt, and a ring through her nose, and was in front of them in the line.
'An' what w's that about yer mind not bein' what it used to be?' said Bricks. 'Are you trying to say that your mind hasn't always been a mind?'
'Yeah,' said Botox, 'what was it before it was a mind? A racoon?'
'You should watch that tongue've yours, young lass,' said Timott. 'Women should be seen and not heard, I've always said. Disgrace to your family! Ah! Wha' w's 'at for?!'
Botox had slapped him.
'Bein' a male chauvanist pig,' said Botox. 'And who're you to call me young anyway. Oh twenty-two; how old're you?'
'Seventy-six,' said Timott. 'Or is it seventy-seven?'
'You look a lot younger than that mate,' said Botox, giving Bricks a weird look, partly because she thought his friend was weird, but also partly because Bricks had three eyes.
'Younger than what?' said Timott.
'Seventy-six or seventy-seven. You must age well.'
Timott gave Botox a weird look.
Botox had now arrived at the barbecue, and was given a sausage, as were Timott and Bricks.