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

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[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no. I'd love to have you over. Do you want me to come pick you up and walk you over?

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I've got somewhere to go tonight already, but if it's OK with you, I'll be by tomorrow or the next day.

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[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Just stop by whenever and if you need me before then, you know how to get me. Be safe, Lucas.

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You, too.

. . . And if something does happen to me, don't be upset. I'll just see you when everything's back to normal.