>>24850773 (OP)
"Writing dialogue is hard" sighed Pufta
"iz no' so 'ard me lord!" chimed Grape, merrily he prattled on. Minutes passed, and when Pufta awoke from his daydream to hear the dischevelled gimp still prattling on, he was overcome with indignation, still, he let the poor servant speak, if not for it made him proud to serve his master "For jus' t'other day me 'n' lil' ole Wenzly wrote us a luvely lil dialogue sir, wants us to reads it for ya?"
"No, Grape, that's quite alright, I just mean to say-" but before he could fin-
"Mean to say the muse is dead m'lord? Killed her dead? Strangled the goose and now out of juice, me lord?"
"No, not at all that... what I mean to say-"
"What sire?"
"Oh shut up you impetuous slave!" and he smacked Grape hard across the back of his head, "it's just that writing dialogue is so dull and laborious, no one really wants to read about some made up fool yapping about some made up nonsense... I'm no silver tongued fox meself, and yet I am to carve a man out of clay and give him charisma?! hrumph! although I suppose one needn't actually write everything they say... don't you suppose... Grape...?" he looked over at the poor sod, face down in the dirt, and was about to give him a good kick in the rear, when he realized poor Grape was sound asleep, causing Pufta's heart to swell, so much so he nearly fell over and died.