"Mister Rope, I believe someone's reading our entry."
"Why, so it appears, Mister Liché, so it appears."
"Do you think we should explicate ourselves, Mister Rope?"
"I do, indeed, Mister Liché. Salutations, reader. I am Mister Thaddeus Rope, a man of the hatchet, as you might say, and this is my companion, Mister Clive Liché, a personal exsanguinator."
"May I continue with the expositionizing, Mister Rope?"
"You certainly may, Mister Liché."
"Alright then, reader, you may notice something familiar about us. We may talk funnywise, yes, and one of us may have a bit more smarts than the other. We're independent constrictors, y'see?"
"I believe you mean contractors, Mister Liché."
"That I did, Mister Rope, thank you. Now, because of our potential, many writers use us in various forms. Don't they, Mister Rope?"
"They do indeed, Mister Liché, they do indeed. In fact, that's why we're here, because so many writers like to use us and our penchant for exposition and execution."
"And because of our killing people, right, Mister Rope?"
"That's right, Mister Liché. I believe that's all, reader. Anything you want to add, Mister Liché?"
"No, Mister Rope, I never did like maths. Sleep tight, reader."
"Yes, reader, sleep tight."
See the regular version and the examples here.
