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Feb. 9th, 2012 04:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silence_is_golden[In a lonely corner of the cafeteria is a stranger with a big stack of paper. He looks like he's pretty hard at work, but upon closer inspection it appears he's just doing a bunch of folding.
Envelopes... Who folds envelopes these days? More importantly, what sort of deranged maniac sings a song about folding under his breath while he is?
As he works he starts to focus more on lyrics that rhyme than folding envelopes, and eventually...]
Orange...? No, that's not right. ...What rhymes with orange?
[...He loses steam completely and stops to survey his work.]
...Ah. I'm never going to get paid for these ones...
[The kid looks at the clock and then stares ominously at the handful of envelopes he botched. Darn it... He's still got a lot of paper left and a lot of time to kill so he stacks up his failed attempts and moves them aside, then begins folding something else.]
Envelopes... Who folds envelopes these days? More importantly, what sort of deranged maniac sings a song about folding under his breath while he is?
As he works he starts to focus more on lyrics that rhyme than folding envelopes, and eventually...]
Orange...? No, that's not right. ...What rhymes with orange?
[...He loses steam completely and stops to survey his work.]
...Ah. I'm never going to get paid for these ones...
[The kid looks at the clock and then stares ominously at the handful of envelopes he botched. Darn it... He's still got a lot of paper left and a lot of time to kill so he stacks up his failed attempts and moves them aside, then begins folding something else.]
