Don't say fish net communist. Don't say fishnet communist.
I'm the door communist, lotta bolts on that door, someone's gotta make sure they're properly maintained. You don't wanna go through all the rigmarole of peeking through an eye slot to ask the password and then opening the door when the correct one is given only for the latch to catch, leaving your comrade milling around on the doorstep like an awkward bugger, and the damn thing won't budge, and you ask for help but all these lazy sods have decided they have better things to do, and now you've embarrassed the whole cell in front of the new guy.
Fuck that, that's why I keep the screws tight and the bolts lubed.
I'm the one in the corner trying to record an anime podcast with my fishnet-clad comrade, but they keep getting distracted by everyone else in the room WHEN WE BOOKED THE LIVING ROOM FOR RECORDING I'M JUST SAYING THERE ARE RULES SO WE SHOULD RESPECT THEM DAMMIT
I’m the one sharpening their pencil while very visibly having a sensory overload (you can tell because they chose to stay in the back of the room and position themselves so their hat would block their eyes)
Oh, it’s a bomb. Whatever I guess. The only one I can claim… is the person welcoming in the du- I mean new comrade.
ugh. I'm old enough that I worked with microfiche a few times. It's probably all still there in some university basement waiting to be digitized... some day.
Lol I just realize that, you know, the artists set this scene up specifically so you could get an eye full of communist thigh. A thigh-ful if you will.