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Maybe it's possible for us to come up with a social contract under which we collectively pretend that floods like the last one just didn't happen? It feels like a lot of us enjoy each others suffering in a way that is inevitably going to come back around and make our lives uncomfortable at a later date.
[Filtered to wardens who Prefect is especially fond of. Rayne, Una, Kirk, Sexby, Four, The Marquis and Seven.]
Comrades, has anyone else noticed that Howie seems... particularly unlike himself, lately?
[Private to Howie]
Excuse me Comrade, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about God?
[Filtered to wardens who Prefect is especially fond of. Rayne, Una, Kirk, Sexby, Four, The Marquis and Seven.]
Comrades, has anyone else noticed that Howie seems... particularly unlike himself, lately?
[Private to Howie]
Excuse me Comrade, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about God?
[Private]
What, you'd really just give it to me? I thought you were meant to be like my personal police officer.
[Private]
It's not like that. I mean, I am supposed to stop you from doing evil things if I can, but I'm also supposed to try and help you when you need it.
Besides, there's no law against getting drunk.
[Private]
Huh, so does that mean that you'll let me go to the bar? It's in the spirit of helping, right. It can only make me better.
[Private]
All right, Comrade. You'll have to come with me, because you couldn't get in on your own even if I wanted you too, but I'll take you if you want.
[Private]
[Thinks about this.] Right. And you'd agree to keeping a few feet away from me at all times? I'm not having any of that worker business done on me again.