Private to the Admiral
Comrade, in the factory, we had these... tiny blocks, tiny plastic coloured blocks, and they all fit together, to make towers and streets and cities...
I would like to construct many things from these blocks. With Barron. It'll be a major warden/inmate project.
but I need lots and lots of blocks please.
[PREFECT IS PRETTY DRUNK AT THIS POINT. COME ON ADMIRAL, THIS MAN NEEDS LEGO.]
If Prefect were a tiny plastic lego man, he would have liked to live in the house he was currently building. It was small, (but not too small), a perfectly regular shade of grey (the exact colour that the corridors in the Factory were painted), it was the shape of a perfect cube, and best of all, it was in a prime location, at the foot of the waterfall which was currently flowing down the entire third floor staircase, in hundreds of immaculately placed blue plastic bricks.
Prefect placed the house down, and pushed it into the lego which made up the pavement of their growing empire, glancing up at the waterfall as he did so.
At some point, in the morning, someone was going to want to use those stairs. They should really make a boat, for that occasion.
Groping for one of the bottles of Gin which they were progressing through, he looked around for what Barron was doing, "Comrade? Comrade, I was just thinking--", his voice slurred slightly at the end there, "We should make some boats."
I would like to construct many things from these blocks. With Barron. It'll be a major warden/inmate project.
but I need lots and lots of blocks please.
[PREFECT IS PRETTY DRUNK AT THIS POINT. COME ON ADMIRAL, THIS MAN NEEDS LEGO.]
If Prefect were a tiny plastic lego man, he would have liked to live in the house he was currently building. It was small, (but not too small), a perfectly regular shade of grey (the exact colour that the corridors in the Factory were painted), it was the shape of a perfect cube, and best of all, it was in a prime location, at the foot of the waterfall which was currently flowing down the entire third floor staircase, in hundreds of immaculately placed blue plastic bricks.
Prefect placed the house down, and pushed it into the lego which made up the pavement of their growing empire, glancing up at the waterfall as he did so.
At some point, in the morning, someone was going to want to use those stairs. They should really make a boat, for that occasion.
Groping for one of the bottles of Gin which they were progressing through, he looked around for what Barron was doing, "Comrade? Comrade, I was just thinking--", his voice slurred slightly at the end there, "We should make some boats."