[that day - 3:45] - the good fight

I had a dream last night that I was Commissioner Gordon. I slept for twelve hours-- but, as I explained to Dust, it's okay, because I got four hours of sleep the night before that, so it all evens out to two nights of eight-hour sleep, which is good. So, I was Commissioner Gordon, and there was this big room where all the prisoners were kept-- because in my dream, I obviously confused the positions of commissioner and warden--

Which would've made me Warden Gordon.

There was this big room where all the prisoners were kept, and the cinderblock walls were red . . and I, as the warden, made them spraypaint the walls white. And then, I don't know. Some people from Internal Investigations came and said, "Did you paint these walls white??" and I confessed that, yes, I had. And so they freed all the prisoners and put _me_ in the room. And I was all, fuck you, I fight the good fight!

--Alestar,
like Shazaam, only different.
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