My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie "Why did you spread peanut butter with that?!" "All the knives are in the dishwasher." "Okay, but why did you spread it with that?!" "Because forks and spoons don't do a good enough job." "Yeah, but why did you spread it with THAT?!" "...You seem offended, Aaron." " That is fine silver!" "Looks dull as Hell to me." " I haven't polished it in five years!" "Not doing a good job taking care of stuff, then, are you?" " I inherited it from my grandmother!" "I'm sure she'll forgive you." " She's DEAD!" "...Oh." " HOW ELSE WOULD I HAVE INHERITED IT FROM HER?!" "Well, uh...she could've given it to you early!" "That's not how inheritance works, John." "Oh." "Yeah." "...I mean, we can always wash it off." "

The plan was simple. It was, in essence, to surprise the enemy completely. No one on the opposing side would even humor the idea of a small, rag tag team of rebels toppling one of their core watchtowers. They were wrong in two ways: Number one, we weren't targeting their watchtowers - those were simply decorations in our eyes. And number two, we weren't a rag tag team. We were many, we were loud - and we had tanks.