013 - Stuck in a Rut.

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater looks like he's tired.] My door won't open. It's locked, I've tried everything. [He puts the communicator down nearby, cutting off the top of his head, and makes a few more attempts to open it. He ends up sliding back down the floor, facing the camera.] Could use a hand. Or food.

Comments

[19centconstable]

How can it be lock from the outside?

[thinkb4ublink]

It can't.

[19centconstable]

That's what I'd have thought as well.

I did manage to break in Mr. Spinola's door. I suppose I could try at yours. I may need to use my other shoulder.

[thinkb4ublink]

Don't worry about it.

[19centconstable]

But it's rather worrisome.

Now I regret not asking the Admiral for that axe.

[thinkb4ublink]

You... still can, can't ya?

[19centconstable]

I suppose, but it would ruin your door. And I would have to look after an axe.

[thinkb4ublink]

So you don't regret askin' for the axe.

[19centconstable]

I just don't know where I'd put it. We haven't got an armory here.

I'll come down and see if I can't get in some other way first.

[thinkb4ublink]

Yeah, ok.

[19centconstable]

Has anybody else tried to get in yet?

[thinkb4ublink]

Nope.

[19centconstable]

What on Earth are they waiting for?

[thinkb4ublink]

Christmas?

[19centconstable]

But that's much too far away!

I'm outside of your door now.

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Now my foot hurts.

[thinkb4ublink]

[Right, George does not know the fine art of sarcasm. He gets up when he announces that he's at his door.] I, uh... wood's not that heavy, so... I doubt it's broken none.