Sorry I'm late with this one, guys. Been having some stuff go on, but I'm getting back into the swing of things.

Shout out to Freelancer Mississippi for providing the idea for this prank.

Maine had been extremely cautious about his person since he had dangerously pranked Carolina with the "exploding cake." Even a few days after the incident, he would spin around while he was walking to make sure that Carolina wasn't coming up behind him, and he never volunteered to train against her. If he had the opportunity, Maine would sneak away so that he could continue his knitting in peace. Yes, Maine was an avid knitter. He found that the actions of the thread sliding over the metal needle in specific hand motions and patterns calmed his mind and helped him keep a steady focus. Not very many other people knew that it was his hobby, and he was determined to keep it that way.

Maine guessed that Carolina first struck when one day, when he went to the public computers to find the pattern for a snowflake-themed throw, and he logged into the computer, all the text that greeted him when he had logged on-

Välkomna till Knitters hamn!

-was in Swedish.

Maine tried to move the mouse so that he could adjust the settings and change the language back to English, but the cursor remained stubbornly where it had been originally on the screen. Increasingly infuriated, Maine angrily shoved the mouse back and forth along the kitten-themed mouse pad with no effect.. He turned the thing over and saw a thick wad of duct tape blocking the sensor to allow the mouse to work. Meticulously, Maine carefully pealed the tape off of the sensor and tried to place the mouse back down, when another problem arose.

The tape was double-sided.

Giving an infuriated roar, Maine started rolling about on his rolling office chair to try and remove the stubborn tape from both his fingers and the mouse. It eventually left the mouse, but seemed to have an emotional connection with his fingers. Using his mouth, Maine attempted to get the sticky strip of plastic evil from his fingers, and only succeeded in having it attack the side of his face. Maine froze. The beginnings of a beard had begun due to his neglecting of his razor, and a healthy amount of stubble had popped up along his jawline. Maine sincerely did not want to rip the duct tape from the side of his face and give this really weird look that he had run out of shaving cream and had only gotten part of his face. Then again, he couldn't just walk around with duct tape on his face though.

There was only one option.

Carolina gave a slight smirk as she vented into a full-length body bag with her bare fists as a roar of pain and fury rang through the ship.. South, wiping off her face with her towel at the end of a workout, handed Carolina a picture two minutes later.

"Thank FILSS," she said to the red-head, who examined the picture of Maine with a weird rectangular stripe of puckered red skin along a shadowed jawline. "She managed to get that from the computer's camera."

"I'll be sure to," Carolina thanked the other female agent, storing the picture away for later. You never knew when you might need some good blackmail material.

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