(Beckett stares thoughtfully at the wall)

"I've decided that I need a new wall color. MERCER!"

"What color shall I get sir?".

"Pink with little butterflies everywhere?"

"Sir, do you think that maybe that would send off the wrong message to prisoners if they saw the walls painted with butterflies?"

"Fair point. Burgundy?"

"Too stuffy."

"Orange?"

"Perfect."

Later the same day…

"Where have you been?"

"Sorry, the only orange color they had was Pumpkin, so I had to wait and order Tiger."

"Alright, please tell me you at least got the supplies."

*Gulps*

"I WAITED 4 GODDAMN FUCKING HOURS FOR YOU TO RETURN WITH PAINT, AND THEN YOU FORGET THE DAMN SUPPLIES! YOU DUMBASS!"

"Sorry sir."

"YOU BETTER BE."

Even later…

"I have the supplies, sir."

"Please tell me you got the right things this time."

"I even followed the list."

"Good, now, set up. I'm drinking my tea."

"Fine."

"What was that?"

"Yes sir!"

Even more later…

"Well, let's do this, I suppose."

"Alright, you work over there, and I'll work over here."

"Aye, aye, Lord."

"Stop saying that. It's really creepy."

"Fine."

"Why did you just paint that on the wall?"

"What?"

"That, umm, flower?"

"It's a carriage, sir."

"Well, we can cross artist off the list for future careers."

"Noob."

"What?"

"Nothing."

So much later that the narrator ran out of cards…

"What is that, Mr. Mercer?"

"Paint, sir."

"And where is that paint?"

"On your carpet sir."

"And why is it on my carpet?"

"Because I forgot to put tape down."

"Smooth move, X-Lax."

"Asshole."

(Beckett, who doesn't like to be called an asshole, throws a massive glob of paint at Mercer, turning his jacket orange.)

(Epic paint war ensues)

(Norrington comes in, and sees Mercer covered in orange paint.)

"HOLY FUCK, IT'S THE GREAT PUMPKIN!"

(Runs screaming out of the room)

(Beckett gives the WTF? Look to his retreating back)

"Well, see you tomorrow Mercer. I suppose I should send Maggie in to clean this up?"

"Yeah. Jane would have a cow."

"Nope. She would have a farmyard."

"Yeah."

THE END!

Thanks for reading my lame story. I had the idea of an epic paint war Beckett vs. Mercer pop in my head, and it came out as this, so TAA DAA!

Please review, even if it is just to tell me how bad it sucks!