Repetition

I say the same things - one day you will too, 'Any snakes? Is she ugly or what?' Just a few, 'aaaiiiooo! Anyone would think you're a big officer.' 'Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit' - was that Oscar? He came for tea, earnestly, Ogden with his mint-julap, Bent, my Danish friend, who said: 'You're the master of small talk,' we said that, ' We keep it simple so that you will understand.' Between all of us, cynicism paled into insignificance, Oscar was unfazed until we reminded him of orientation, 'My dear boy, isn't it time that you stopped repeating yourself, otherwise you surely will get left on the shelf,' Oscar sloped off, Bent had enough, Ogden with alliteration, above his station, with animation, me still repetition.