With help from B1 and B2

B1 had a sausage for breakfast even though she's a vegetarian... how very strange...
It was a soy sausage. Perhaps made by Kikoman... No Sanitarium. Seventh Day adventist Sausages... Yummy.

B2 is having a bananananana sausage... Skype may be messing with me now.

I didn't have breakfast because breakfast is for the weak... Or those whose stomachs wake up with the rest of their bodies.

I'm on skype to my sister and her husband.

B1 wants me to listen to her stomach rumbling in an attempt to ascertain the position of the microphone in her computer. Engineers are wierd. I'm glad I never harboured any aspirations to become one.

B2 suggests a conversation on microwave ovens. Microwave ovens are really really small. Often used by leprechauns for their small size, and their ability to keep the leprechaun's herbs and tobacco pouches warm and dry, and for the automated greeting process given by the 'wave' - Used for day to day acknowledgements of other as they go about their day to day business (Macrowaves are needed for more formal occasions, both for a larger greeting, and for the warmth of reception.)

Once a microwave named Jim-bob tried to take over the earth, and was looking like he might succeed until he was stepped on by a frog wearing a beret. He was obviously a French frog, and unfortunately for Jim-bob, had his efforts to stage a takeover of earth taken place twenty minutes later, he would have been much more likely to succeed, as the beret wearing frog was hobbling around on crutches after having one leg removed for the culinary enjoyment of some smelly english tourist who wanted to try a delicacy. Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. This is why 9 out of 10 Microwave ovens with meglomaniacal tendancies now shoot all frogs on site.

Poor Jim-bob.