several conversements: conversement #6: cold

Conversement #6

from: Ted Vaaaaak
to: Toby Vok

Dear Toby,

My current, entirely experimental, refrigerator is made entirely from bone (various appendages), ear resin (harvested from beast and bee alike) and pipe (ancient, unleaking). Despite high performance levels (berries placed within and then pulled without are without doubt sweeter than air) the machine itself rattles along with precisely the same beat as that used in your undigestable song, The Unbearable Stench Of The Witch. What makes this especially remarkable is that The Unbearable Stench Of The Witch contains no percussion at all, except for an unexpected beeping without. Please may I have your thoughts on this strange phenomenenenen?

Regards

Ted Vaaak, Fridgeneer

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from: Toby (Vok)
to: Ted (Vaaaak)

Dear Ted, or Ted,

Your story “resin”-ated with me. As somebody who uses bone as the main framework of my body, I am intrigued to learn that it could also carry coolant around my body and prevent these infernal sweats. The sweats, I am sure you will be undersurprised to learn, were the source of the idea for the concept behind my song, The Unbearable Stench of the Witch (the actual stench resonating from within my own self – as usual I am quick to blame witches for everything). As such, my thoughts are as follows: Put me in the fridge.

Incoming,
Toby

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from: (Ted)
to: (Toby)

My Toby,

Do you measure (or at least not exceeed, in any particular dimension, or, otherwise, are contortable into) 32cm*12cm*43cm? Otherwise I fear you will exceed its capacity.

Your Ted

PS: Also you must not resonate on any frequency

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from: VOK
to: VAAK

yes those are my dimensions

my perfect dimensions

as well you know, fridge-builder

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from: TED
to: TOBY

Then in you must climb. You are to be its heart, to be its brain, to be its toby

CONVEREMENST ENDS