Count to 50 before a staff member

[Shadras]

Well, technically it has three hands when including the second's hand.

 

[BrookeDi]

Unless you go with a digital clock, then it has zero hands.

 

[Silence]

No more.

 

[Shadras]

But what if, one more?

 

[Astoria]

To which oligarch must I speak to, to get this task done?

 

[Shadras]

The third one after apartment three.

 

[Astoria]

For our universal release from our daily lives, we do this.

 

[Shadras]

Whoa now, we're getting pretty dramatic for passing this back and fourth as if it were a high-five.

 

[BrookeDi]

Access Denied.

 

[Shadras]

Not to worry, I have one new keycard.

 

[BrookeDi]

Access Denied. Please visit the front desk for a new one.

 

[Shadras]

"I shall do that."

Meandering over to the front desk, the bedraggled thief leans against it. Asking in the least interested voice he could muster, "hi. My access was denied. Told me to ask the front desk for a new one. So. Can I have it?"

 

[BrookeDi]

The front desk administrator looked like the human version of Roz from Monster's Inc. She peered over at the thief over her glasses, shuffled her papers, and shook her head. "We have zero available access cards at this moment."

 

[Shadras]

"Oh. Well. I guess I'll just forge one for myself them. Don't worry. No need to trouble yourself."

 

[Silence]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

[Shadras]

My goodness. That was one heck of a scream. You ok? Need some water?

 

[BrookeDi]

No water needed, I think he's fine.

 

[Shadras]

No. So that means nobelium. Which means you want me to give him one glass of radioactive water!?

 

[It'scalledabonfirenotbecause-]

Truth be told, nobody told me that cotton balls would taste that bad! They're a bit enjoyable when mixed with some oats.

 

[BrookeDi]

Ahah. That took me a sec0nd, and I alm0st let y0u have it f0r creativity. Alm0st.