The workers milled around the ground, shouting at each other over the din of the machines. Few could hear the voices beyond their own, just nodding to a direction towards them. Once realised this was the case many senseless conversations passed this way.

"I slept with your wife."

"What was that?"

"Your wife, I slept with her."

"Oh sure mate, that's fine. Whenever you want."

"Hey, mate!"

"Aye?"

"What do you think about Natie, I think she's got the hots for you."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Natie."

"Oh no, we all know she's a bitch, gotta get your women right."

"She's my sister."

At the end of the day the men would gather round, oblivious to the strange exchanges passed. On equal sides the conversation would be normal, something any man might pass in talk. But when put together, both sides created an anomaly.