1 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

Okay, so, I've been in some dumb jails before. And never for more than a day or two because, y'know? Dumb. 'I know, let's take the chick who can blast fiery death from both hands and stick her in a regular cell! The door's locked and hey, she'll behave, right?' Wrong. Thirty seconds later and I am strollin' out the front door. Or the smoking crater where the front door used to be.

So like I said, dumb. But this - this is some whole other level of completely idiotic. The doors aren't even locked, and I have all the comforts of home - nice touch, by the way! False sense of security. Very nice. But since I'm not a total dweeb, just give me those thirty seconds and -

[There's a 'whoomph' sound, then a very dull 'thump'.]

- oh, you have got to be kidding me.

[Long pause.]

Okay.  That explains a lot.  Anyone maybe wanna explain to me why my powers have gotten so lame?

Comments

THREAD CRASH!

[hologramatic.livejournal.com]

...Is he bothering you?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

No more than any other dweeb who thinks he's in with a chance.

[hologramatic.livejournal.com]

Marvelous.

Should you change your mind, do let me know. Mr. Stinson just adores janitorial duty.

[supersuitup.livejournal.com]

I hate you, Arnold Rimmer.

[hologramatic.livejournal.com]

You know, Stinson, I'm not entirely sure who's in charge of washing the floors these days. Whoever it is has done a rather shoddy job. Would you like to re-mop them all?

That sounds like just the task for you!

[supersuitup.livejournal.com]

Hey, I didn't do anything, you colossal douche!

[hologramatic.livejournal.com]

Don't make me add to that, Stinson!

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Hey. Take the lovers' quarrel elsewhere, boys.