The Asylum

[Ursa major]

As long as no-one thinks it belongs to Easy-Caravan....

[The Ace]

"Not particularly, Hoopy. The coating I plan to use works better under paint anyway, here you go."

Passes her a No6 modelmaking brush, the biggest she can lift. "Knock yourself out."

[Overread]

just make sure you don't get the metally bits Orange - only it just don't look right if its not that steely metally colour - but yes nice bright Orange living space

[HoopyFrood]

Well, I wasn't really being serious, just checking to see that I hadn't accidentally turned down the volume on my voice again. But OK.

Um...*Looks down at the small paintbrush, and the many planks of wood going onto the caravan*

[Overread]

if Ace has a paintbrush and paint tin I could give you a jaw??? Well hand - well not hand - but - well you know what I mean!

[The Ace]

S'OK Hoopy, I managed to get a job lot of orange paint and some industrial gear. Freda's never painted before so we can make a party of it.

[HoopyFrood]

I could use one of those new things that they advertise, the Dulux spray tubs. Self-cleaning too, apparently.

[Lenny]

*Lenny clatters into view, bruised, bloody, and dragging a small plank of oak*

Only a few hundred to go...

[Overread]

A spray tub and Freda painting?

*starts to slowly creep backwards towards the nearest table*

[Lenny]

*a second clatter, and a second plank*

Guhhh...

Does anyone mind the wood being red by the time you get it? Only some of the planks I have to clamber across are a bit, well, rough.

[Overread]

like my dad - I take it that your supplier does not belive in sandpaper!
*shakes his head*
*leaps up onto the pile of wood*
here I think its going to get very dangerous round here with those two painting - let me give you a paw!
where is the next plank?

[Lenny]

See where the back is? Aye, there. For the moment it's just a case of taking them as you come to them, but the more we take, the lower the piles become, and the harder it becomes.

Ah well, you know what they say - hard work never killed no-one. Let's prove them wrong!

To you.

[Overread]

err I think you want to prove them right - unless you have a deathwish
*leaps down towards the back and grabs a length of wood in his jaws - carefull to avoid splinters and starts dragging it out*

[pyan]

*Trundles in*

Anyone need an extremely large, strong, multi-tentacled being?

[The Ace]

Freda scuttles out of the sofa under a mound of planks, drops them beside the mural and goes back for another load.