[Chalked on the Wall of Rudy Miller's Bedroom | Off-Network]
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And so a storm looms on the horizon. How reassuring to see our jailers employing a little originality in our schedule of natural disasters. The fact that this disaster in particular appears to be a direct reference to the biblical flood and ark scenario is entirely forgivable, as I imagine few, if any, of the inmates here have already lived through that one.
Gee, I wonder if they're going to make us board in pairs like animals.
Mike, I suggest you shower and pack. Quarters on our worthy vessel are going to be less than hospitable and entirely devoid of privacy regardless of location, but we might as well get there early and attempt to claim the most relatively favourable ones available. It'll be like Alcatraz all over again.
I hope somebody remembers the bailing bucket.
[OOC: It's canon; it takes a natural disaster to make Rudy Miller smile. And he is pretty darn amused by this one; careful observers might actually see him laugh, once the storm inevitably hits. >> Also, the strike is so incredibly deleted--ever since Mouse impromptu cursed him, he's decided to be much less openly critical of the deities' shenanigans.]