"Who is left to testify?" asks the temporary monk.
"Who can tell my tales better than I?"
The girl in the corner with a half bowl of
soup contests without support from the pulpit.
"I will pick up the pieces," says she.
"A soup spoon is expendable enough and I
never was a fan Campbells."

"Mmh! Mmh! Good!" says the pulpit
with an abnormal amount of gusto.
Where were they one minute ago?
"Who ELSE is left to testify?" asks the tempory monk.
"Who else can tell my tales better than I?