"Hi Mr Comma."
"Hello, anybody there?"
"Please Mr Comma, come out to play."
"No."
"Please Mr Comma, or should that be Ms Comma?"
"Just Comma will do. And the answer is still no."
"Meany."
"Yes, why don't you use Full Stop or Quotation Marks? You are always using them."
"Well, this is a job that only you can do for me."
"Oh yes."
"Yes, I promise you are perfect for what I want, and beside you are my favourite."
"Horse shit. So far you have written eighty one words, used Full Stop ten times and Quotation Marks twenty two times. Me, I have been used a measly seven times. Probably should have been used more but you forget all about me. Sometimes you go back and insert me later, you know just an after thought."
"Sorry."
"Yes, well sorry wont work this time."
"I am sorry Comma, I really would like to use you more, honestly. If only I had paid attention in English Language classes, then I would have known when to use you and when not too."
"See, you did it again, went back and inserted me in that last sentence."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Please Comma I do need you for something quite urgent."
"Urgent, I cannot be that urgent because your iPad is charging, your MacBook is not switched on and your iPhone is useless for writing on."
"Please, if you come with me I will show you."
"Bloody hell, are you going to write an actual letter, the real thing on paper and everything. Best do it in pencil because you'll be rubbing most of it out and re-writing it."
"Ha-ha, I believe my sides have split with laughing. No cheeky, I am not writing a letter, or even a note to the Milkman."
"A note! Since when did you use me when writing him a note?"
"I don't, and for your information the he is a she."
"I bet you use Full Stop though."
"Not that I remember."
(Usually just a flirty note about how many I need today, with inference on her fingers.)
"Ok, now I am little intrigued."
"Good, then follow me upstairs."
"Upstairs? You never write upstairs."
"Who said anything about writing."
There is a little pause here whilst I wait for Comma to find his way upstairs. He struggles with the stairs you know. Perhaps I should have carried him.
"Wow."
"What's the wow for?"
"I've never been in your bedroom before. I love the picture of the red sunset."