[ Maintenance Operation #3 ]

[squeakyslate]

[ The rooftop is not quite what it was just a few minutes ago. Because in the blink of an eye Bill the Lizard has started construction on-- on a haphazard pile of wooden logs and planks, which are vaguely shaping up to look like a tower of some kind.

On the very top sits Bill himself, balanced precariously on a loose pole. ]

Up and up and down we goes, all nice and good if I makes it to the top--

[ He moves, and the pole moves with him; quivering, rocking and rolling, and finally slipping down, all the way from the tower, from the roof, and to the ground below.

With a startled yelp Bill makes the jump to safety, if only just. ]

Whoop! Not so nice and not so good neither, what falls down!

[ He laughs a nervous lizardly laugh. ]

Might just be best for a fella to stay right where he is, eh? Long's he can, anyway...

Comments

[strategisch]

[Oh, it's Bill. Armin recognizes him from before a previous event-- he must be one of the infamous "locals" of the Mansion he's heard so much about.]

It's okay! [He shouts up at the curious lizard.] But can I ask what you're doing? Or more aptly, why?

[squeakyslate]

I work hard every day of me life, I work till I ache me bones, I got that sorta thing in me blood, couldn't work it any other way if I wanted to! Right now it's that tower there here, and I'll tell you, lad, it's gonna be for the best!