God help me...

The three old geezers who are pretty well fucked and sit in silence with me at meals must have heard the previous inappropriate laughter that I couldn't contain when faced with cat vomit must have thought I was laughing about them, perhaps I was. Tonight I saw where I usually sit didn't have even cutlery and so I sat down in a vacant seat. The two men who are cripples jumped up and started shouting and pointing at me I thought I was on fire but didn't know it yet. I panicked and said "What!!?" It turned out I was stealing their friend's usual place. Of course I was. I said to them "selfish bugger". So Quasimodo returned to his place, and broke the ever-present silence and asked what my name was. I said "coonigan" and he spat out some usual gibberish at least to me and "yeah what's your name?" He said "ooha" or something I said "sorry?" "Warwick" "Now I know" This was the ice breaker I suppose. God planned it. They want stimulation. I'm just not that person. Am I? I flew over a cuckoo's nest only to fly into this one. I can't understand what they say all of the time, I'm deaf, They might as well be talking to themself if they carry on mumbling.