[ Axel's only been here for two months, but he's already accumulated quite a bit of... well, trash, some of which he hasn't thrown out, but cleaned instead.
And since lately, he's had nothing better to do, you get to see a
few glass jars that he's half-filled with tin cutouts of stars and circles and diamonds, or beads made out of soup label strips, or folded paper cranes.
There's even a miniature piano that is made of what could have once been a cereal box; he's been getting better at seeing what exactly he can make out of junk and something to cut it up with ]
...Not again.
[ He gets up to turn off his communicator ]