Thirteenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

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Hi, everyone. 

As foreman of the section of the factory responsible for producing canned beets, I'm pleased to announce that we've pretty much got things covered for the rest of the week.  I think we're about 2000 cans of beets over where we need to be.  In light of your hard work over the last few months as members of the Glorious Amazing Incredibly Happy People of Um, Prola . . Prolatarines That Hate America, I think it's fair that everyone who works in the beet-produce section should get the next few days off to think about how much you love communism and how happy we all are and how you want to stay out of trouble for sure definitely.

If anyone needs me, I'm going to be, um . . . somewhere far away, I think.  And if anyone asks why you're not at the factory, remember that you have permission from your foreman to stay indoors and not cause trouble until this all blows over.  I mean, until the end of the week.

And if I make any more telephone announcements after this that sound stupid, you should ignore it.

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Making chimeras is even more impossible. And actually, you're supposed to feed cows grass to make the meat more tender.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

There's not much grass here either~ I'm simply doing what I can to make them more useful to the local population. Also, I've made chimeras before~

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you mean well, but I think we could do without chimeras roaming around the town running people over.