Making portafloor burritos.
Just loves it.
Everyone loves the portafloor.
"Pork chop sweat you say?"
Kris turned down the fire ants. He'd heard the after affects involved sweat that smelled like pork chops and he was strictly vegetarian these days.
Trashbag abduction in three, two...
Teardown continues.
"There's a toothbrush sticking out of your chest. You need a doctor, not a bandaid."
Wait, the ladder matches the shade?!
Disassembling the shade. In style.
Moving the wall, one piece at a time.
"This cleaning is a bore. C'mon fire ants, kick in already."
Swapping Extravaganza war stories.
CSOs waiting to be given permission to chase after the crowd with nerf guns.
