[Prefect swayed unsteadily out into the corridor to where Barron was waiting, and with a manly heave, he put down the large pot of orange paint.]
All right, Comrade, that's all the paint. And now. We will perform a service, for the Barge. As a Warden and inmate. Collaborative project. Task. Thing
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You're an amazing warden. [Barron said, deadpan. He was only half joking.] This is going to be great.
[Barron paused, examining the wall. He knew what it needed.] You know what sucks, Prefect? Culturally relativity. Yeah.
[Barron nodded to himself, taking a second before continuing. The ground swaying like that was really unfortunate.] Cultural relativity. That's the one. We need to paint stuff that everyone will know.
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And you're the best inmate, Comrade. [Never mind that post he made about BAWWW WHY IS MY INMATE SO DUMB.]
What's culture relativity? Is it... [Pause. Think hard.] ...Something about... science?
[He does give a solemn nod to that whole painting things that everyone knows bit though.] People will need to understand it.
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[He sighed. Life was so hard sometimes. Especially when faced with his very nice gloves and the risk of getting very orange paint all over them.]
We should draw the Admiral. Everyone knows him. He's like Santa. [Barron looked at the wall seriously. The Admiral would need a suit. He seemed like a suit kind of guy.]
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[He wiggles his fingers. It's good not to be wearing gloves.]
We should draw some wardens as well. Wardens and inmates.
[Pause.]
We should draw ourselves, Comrade.
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