Pounded into a keyboard by monkeys assisted by: Neil Tarrant
The author writes:
I talk to you. A malfunctioning button again. Now I cannot talk with loquation*. I will lipogram for you. I am not angry. Oh no. But I gain no fun from it.
Work will quickly know that I am not happy. I will not work again for my company. A man will call. I will go away. I will pillow my own at night with a rock.