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[gold_i_locks]

[Private]

Is attempting to fish off of a roof into someone's aquarium through an apartment window legal?

Oh my god! He caught one!

[End Private]

[Private to David]

I think someone locked me on the roof from the inside.

Are you home?

It was probably Powell.

[End Private]

People thoroughly suck.

I hate this thing.

[Added a day later]

Manwhore.

If that's not

Comments

Amelia.

[pappybear]

Could be. If it is I'll have a talk with Powell.

Welcome.

David

[gold_i_locks]

One of the tenants' kids probably stuck gum in it. Powell won't do anything about it, unless a promissory note to marry him is attached.

Amelia.

[pappybear]

[Thirty minutes later after David managed to persuade the doorknob to let her out.]

Marriage note aside, I'll talk to him about it.

David

[gold_i_locks]

I'd talk to him about it, but...yeah...

Amelia.

[pappybear]

It's his job to keep up with the building's maintenance, not to propose to the tenants.

David

[gold_i_locks]

My words exactly

He's a moron and senile.

Amelia.

[pappybear]

I'm glad we agree on something.

David

[gold_i_locks]

Quick, write down the date, we've just made history...

Amelia.

[pappybear]

It's here on these magically aggravating pages forever and ever.

David

[gold_i_locks]

I guess we should be thankful only we can read it.

Amelia.

[pappybear]

[...] Wonder how good Compendiums are at keeping roof access doors open. Could shove one between the hinges.

David

[gold_i_locks]

I volunteer mine.

Amelia.

[pappybear]

Two is better than one.

David

[gold_i_locks]

I say it's a plan...

Amelia.

[pappybear]

Wonderful. I'll even supply the bottle of sparkling cider to christen the door once we've got it permanently open.

David

[gold_i_locks]

I'll bring the chips and dip.