Post-It: ETD 00:02am

[maced_eggs]

[Sitting in someone else's cabin wearing someone else's stolen leather pants is Mason, playing with a stolen mess hall fork. Either he can't remember where he lives or he just straight up has difficulty caring]

So wait.



I'm a pris'ner.


But I don't have to work.

And I get free food and my own bed.

And no one's fuckin' yelling at me to pay rent. An' I'm basically on a cruise line with a spa and a pool and pretty girls.


Honestly, I'm struggling to find a downside. Isreally hard.

Comments

[maced_eggs]

What if I needed fourteen forks.

[this_corrosion]

What for?

[maced_eggs]

I could throw a dinner party.

[this_corrosion]

What'd you do that for?

[maced_eggs]

I don't know. Just thinking about it. I've never thrown a dinner party before.

[this_corrosion]

You were not.

[maced_eggs]

Maybe I jus' like forks, then! What's with all the questioning? It's my fuckin' dinnerware!

[this_corrosion]

Not any more.

[maced_eggs]

...Yes, well. Fair enough point.

[this_corrosion]

You know there's a free pub up on deck?

[maced_eggs]

I did. I did know that. But I couldn't get in. It was locked and Johnny took away my lockpicks when I took his trousers.

[this_corrosion]

What, those you're wearing? Not worth it, if you ask me.

[maced_eggs]

No, they were nicer. Better ones, made of leather. They were lovely.

[this_corrosion]

Stop fucking taking things.

[maced_eggs]

Sorry.