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Ohbard and Pell meet up over lifetimes 
and dimensions for exchanges and conversations:

Flat?
Flat.
Why Sir I believe not a word
of it, why have you not heard, 
it is a sphere.
A sphere? You mean like a ball
but begging your pardon but that is a tall
tale for me to believe.
Now please listen well for I do not deceive.
I’m sure no intention is deliberate
but I can assure you that it is flat!
Popular thought of today, you see
is of a sphere that it must be.
Must? You say must?
Absolutely, of that you can trust.
But must says who?
Why Sir, ‘tis more than a few
in fact it is many.
Well I have not heard any
to suggest such a nerve.
Well Sir, I believe they are ready, please let me serve.

Ohbard handed Pell the laden plate

There my friend, look here.
I’m lost for words, indeed it’s a sphere!

Pell then commenced to eat the ball shaped pancake
while Ohbard smiled mischievously.

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