Matt and Slat were measuring out VPE room for a pool table.
They had a long slinky piece of measuring tape
Slat was attired in his blue exec shirt.
Matt in his Pink style trousers... he brushed his fingers through Slat's hair accidentally
Slat drew back, flicking cigarette ash demurely into a tin ashtray taken from Beorma.
'Do you think we've enough room for the pool table?' He asked, then laughed in his girlish voice.
'I don't know' Matt twiddled with one of the arms on his glasses, and rubbed his goatee.
'A pool table is a little excessive'
Slat laughed -' why so?'
'I don't really know - but it’s not that productive.'
'But philosophically speaking on an empirical ontological level...' Matt lent forward Slat tailed off.
'God I love it when you talk dirrrty!'