Cart master: "Bring out yer dead!"
Muse: "Here's one."
Writer: "I'm not dead!"
Cart master: "'Ere, she says she's not dead."
Muse: "She is!"
Writer: "I'm not!"
Cart master: "She isn't?"
Muse: "Well, she will be soon. She hasn't written anything usable in a week."
Writer: "I'm getting better!"
Muse: "No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment."
Cart master: "Well, I can't take her like that. 'S against regulations."
Writer: "I don't want to go on the cart!"
The moment I'm no longer buried in school, I'll start writing Seb and his godawful sandals.