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The following is what a cacophonous newsroom sounds like.  

“We'll just keep pushing it,” said a subber.  

“The same server's serving it,” said a typesetter.  

“We can't call it anything!” said an editor.  

“Everytime I press save it won't type anything,” said the writer.  

“Jewellery or Skirtery?” said a woman, feeling flirty.  

“Hose-end-uppery,”

“Berthold Brecht, anyone?”

“Coffee at 5AM do?”

“Yeah, it's a haiku-do,”

“Paper or two,”

“Paper or two to do,”

“Well that makes two,”

Tearing through the number two.  Puff-of-logic.  Sudoku.  A paper-or-two to do.  To do.  To do.  To go.  

“I'll take one-to-go,”

“Hurry up, it's time-to-go,”

“Time-on-chime, we're right-on-time!”

Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, preceding every deadline.  

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