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

[consultcriminal]

Well, if you can't get out...what makes you think anyone can get in?

[thinkb4ublink]

The bleedin' Admiral can get in. And I ain't the Incredible Hulk over here.

[consultcriminal]

He can? Are you certain?

[thinkb4ublink]

[Sigh.] Listen, mate, are you goin' to try an' help me or ask questions? Cos if it's the latter, go ask one of the perky wardens, easy found, just go to one of their posts tellin' us all ta look on the bright side of the afterlife. Ta.

[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.

[most_feared]

Is it locked or stuck? Can the knob turn?

[thinkb4ublink]

Locked.

[most_feared]

...Care about having your lock shot through?

[thinkb4ublink]

Not if you can get me a new one.

[strangehstorian]

Oh my!

What is your cabin number? I'll be right over to see what I can do.

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[thinkb4ublink]

Level Five, Eight.