"Was that thunder??!"
Just one more layer and it'd be the perfect height for his personal VIP section.
"Do you ever think that life is just moving one grey thing from one place to another?"
"Who set this thing up so that it required a successful game of Snake before you could do anything?"
"You put your right foot in,
You take your right foot out..."
If the sun was out, and these were buffed to a shine, they'd make pretty sweet Archimedes' heat ray panels. Those Roman boats would never take the stage.
"We could build a wicked skate ramp out of these. I volunteer you to go first. Test out the structural integrity."
"I want you to put it over here. And no more wrapping people up like a burrito inside the flooring. We'll never finish at this rate."
"Why yes, I did recently repurpose my grandmother's couch. How did you know?"
Kris helped out all he could. Including passing love notes back and forth from porta-floor crew to the food runners backstage.
Packing up with a smile.
"Peace to your two mothers?"
Giant puzzle. But with dirt and sweat and grime instead of a fun pattern of a fish.
No, but seriously, the flooring is still way better than it used to be.
