Dialogue of cowpats

"Texty, texty," said the Welsh Himalayas, exploding.

There once was a man from Tibop,
Whose egg-boxes never would flop,
He said "I am mad,
But you haven't been had,
For my brain is a bucket of slop."
        (Edward Blear)

"Texty, texty, texty," said Murphy, who was a loony from the planet Sodd. "Manure," (if not flexible flexitime and/nor textible texty-time) — and at that point a great yawning yawnm yawned up from the yawno yawnbag and said:

"Do-be-do-be-do-be-do-be-doo. BANG. Excuse me."

This will not (therefore) have been a DIALOGUE OF COWPATS CHR$(140).

For the chief and sufficient reason, O reader, that it is NOT DIALECTICAL. Or the cowpat, especially the left one. Otherwise we could understand it ≠ x. So here.
        {upside down, with the S's mirrored} SOUFFLE DISH