Did you really have something to say or were you just making conversation? He talks with his mouth full, with a mouthful, it's awful, what an earful. So pleasantly spoke we before the tension, for surely it was the pre-tension which preceded my mis-demeanor.
She whined, she moaned. I could hear nothing at all. However, he was a worse precursor with nothing to share but his wounded moan; beleatingly non-descript as on pier-stranded potential long lamenting, missing the boat long years gone. Better a confession of acknowledged abject insignificance.
Was it the small-talk or something I said?