Trash can

'There you go, Wolfie, all settled!'

'Wroof, wroo!' Wolfie nodded. He wore a wig which was exactly as tangled up and messy as Les' common hairdo.

'Excellent, striking resemblance! Just look at the table a lot and they won't notice your snout at all!'

Wolfie nodded and held the pencil in his paw. He tried to draw and failed immensely.

'Oh!' Flabber called out, while looking at the drawing. He held it in the light for a minute, analyzing it as if he were a true connoisseur. He even flabbered a looking glass to check the details.

'Abstract, I like it! Keep at it! Artistic progress begins by letting go of all conventions of reality as we know it! You go, Wolfie!'

Wolfie clawed at the paper and threw some paint on it.

'He's a natural born talent, that one, why didn't I see it before,' Flabber shook his head and Flabbered to the meeting hall. With a poof he appeared, dressed up as a guard. Les and Art sat at one table, vividly discussing and throwing around drawings.

'And suppose I make Nukus ultra-ultra, and you make the borgs super-duper-spectra?! Then neither will be able to beat the other and we're all happy,' Art called out.

'But that's no fun, that's the same position we're in now!' Les replied.

'Okay, then you come up with a solution!'

'I don't know!' Les called out. 'We need different gear, different ideas, new concepts!'

'I'm sorry, you two, but you are coming with me,' Flabber commanded, while tipping his guard cap.

'Gee, that guard looks somewhat familiar and blue,' Les noticed.

'It's Flabber, dimwit,' Art hissed.

'Don't patronize me again, brother!' Les snapped.

'Shut it, you two, come one, we're going to the cell where we'll dematerialize without suspicion. Nukus and Horribelle apparently want to talk about, well, things. They're on the verge of being destroyed in this little story of ours, since they're left without weapons and monsters, and frankly, they don't feel like it.'

'Well, since we're already discussing similar matters here about the progression of this collaborative attempt,' Art said eloquently, 'we may as well join you and the others to improve this dialogue.'

Les and Art gathered all their drawings and left. 'Oh wait,' Les called out. 'On second thought!' He ran back and retrieved the ones he threw in the trash can too. 'They might come in handy. There are all kinds of concepts on these papers too.'

Art laughed. 'You were always the worst of us when it came down to killing your darlings.'

'I take it you're also implicitly referring to my efforts of keeping Nukus vivid now,' Les replied sarcastically. 'Snappy come-back, bro.'

On the way to the cell they came across another guard. 'Why isn't that Les Fortunes, I just went by his cell and he was in there.'

'Uh, yeah, he just had to uh, to take a leak,' Flabber said.

'He has a toilet on his cell, you know.'

'Oh, damnit, Les, you tricked me again!' Flabber gestured Les and Art to quickly come along before the guard would ask more questions.

'Damn newbie guards,' the real guard muttered. 'No common sense whatsoever.'