Lounge Piranha to the rescue

Winter was approaching and a jail cell was hardly a comfortable place to spend it. Well not in 19th century Paris anyway. In his cell tower in the north wing, God continued to fidget, waiting for his next opportunity to take it all back from the Pigs. It didn't look like happening anytime soon. The cell tower was a 6 storey building that rose from the ground like the top of a giant pencil. It only contained three cells in the top three storeys and a single door below which opened to a staircase leading straight upwards with access to the three cells. It was the most heavily guarded part of the prison. Only their most crucially important prisoners were kept here and a small platoon of guards were appointed to make sure that they stayed there. Pimpletron was in the cell just below God's. He looked out through the little ventilation slits in the walls at the rain outside and shuddered once again at the cold. Winter was approaching quickly and there weren't many people about in the streets outside. He thought he saw a strange creature moving through the shadows, he squinted at it and saw that it stopped near a wall, put up a poster, looked around to make sure it wasn't spotted, and then carried on. Half a minute later, it did it again. Apparently this creature was going to continue this routine through the course of the night and he wondered what the poster might be about. It didn't matter too much at this point, he thought to himself. With him in here and God up there, there wasn't much anyone could else could do. He wondered what would happen to Paris now that the Pigs had it. One thing was sure though. For the moment band night would continue to be on Sundays.

Lounge Piranha LIVE at Maya
Sunday, June 15th, 2008
Entry 150

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