[Oddey]

IC: Lubbent calculated how long the fireworks in the barracks would stay an issue. After being here for so long, Lubbent could usually predict the impact of a problem. He was wrong every no and then of course, but he hoped that this time he wasn't. 'I give it two dayz, maybe three.' Then it'll all be wata under tha breedge.'

Walking towards his cell, he layed back down to think of something fun to do. Knocking on Ziglet's door and running away was the first thing he thought of. 'He'll know it wurs me.' He thought. Finding something to lock a few prison doors shut. 'What can ya yous to lock a preeson door?' Blowing up the latrine. 'Good idea, but I ain't got a singul bomb.' Pushing over random inmates and running back to the safety of his cell. 'I ain't as fast as I used ter be.' Pretending to be sick. 'The cafeteria ain't open till termorrow.' It was a fun procces. Thinking of pranks to pull. Almost as fun as pulling the prank.