AN: In Year One, there is a panel involving Crane restraining someone with duct tape. He hadn't quite learned how to duct tape yet.
Jasmine Scarthing-That's what I said. Hey, we didn't get caught. You could have told me what you were doing! I didn't really have time for that. Still.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-My thoughts exactly. For heaven's sake, there were no other options. I thought you'd lost your mind! Rubbish. Just warn me next time.
"I need more tape!"
What the hell was he doing down there, lining the walls? Oh, never mind…
The last roll. If he needed any more, he could go out and get it himself. Honestly, how much duct tape did a person need?
She picked up the roll and went downstairs, wondering what exactly he was doing down there.
"Jonathan?"
"Just drop it on the table."
Where is he…what the hell is he doing?
"What are you doing?"
"Tying him to the chair, what does it look like?"
"Four rolls of tape!"
"What? He's not leaving the chair."
"Four. Rolls. Have you ever even used duct tape before?"
He shook his head, picked up the fifth roll, and got to wrapping. Really? Really? One roll should have been enough.
"There. That should keep him in."
"Jonathan, love…"
"What?"
"You really need to take duct tape one oh one."
He grinned, patted the subject on the head, and threw the empty cardboard tube in a little box. She sighed, shook her head, and went back upstairs.
Five rolls. Dear god.
THE END