[h2]Makuu Space #619[/h2]
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The cells of block C. Reserved for nonviolent offenders with sentences longer than 3,000 years. One of the prison's guards, [url=http://i.imgur.com/0o2Siqd.png]Boulderdash[/url], was escorting Warden Lonesome down to the surprisingly well-lit depths. However, this wasn't really necessary- the worst offender on the block was only in for election fraud and surrendered peacefully. But the law was the law, and a Makuu Warden needed at least one officer along for backup. The cells up here were still fairly nice, even if the surroundings were dreary- good lighting, and plenty of space. Too much space, in fact- the only reason the cells were so far apart was the weirdness inherent in a Makuu Space. They came upon a heavy door, which slid down. Light shined before them as the warden and his escort stepped through...

[url=http://i.imgur.com/fmEtuyE.jpg]...into a lovely foyer with a piping teapot[/url] and an insectoid alien opposite the table. Inmates were allowed to bring back whatever they could scrounge from The Yard, and this particular inmate made a killing trading for his stolen goods. The warden placed a [url=http://i.imgur.com/daw93Tk.png]wanted poster[/url] on the table. Yellow chitinous plates, wide hooked feet, enormous red compound eyes, and wiggling antennae. Though the bowtie, cufflinks, and top hat were missing, it was obviously the prisoner. The warden took off his pauldrons and placed them on a coatrack. As the prisoner poured the warden and guard tea. Apparently the prisoner stole this beverage back in 1860, when he acquired the crown jewels of one of the Earth governments, hidden in a large stone fortification.

"Prisoner 0020038GTF. Arrested in the Kidd sector for 2 billion counts of theft, 2 billion nine-hundred and ninety-nine counts of breaking and entering, and 1 count of planetary vandalism. Other charges stand unproved. Sentenced to forty-thousand years in Makuu Space as a nonviolent offender. Somehow, you still have new furniture between visits."

"What can I say, sir? I'm a bug of singular pursuits."

The warden took a long drink from the tea before crossing his arms.

"I'm not questioning it. We can't prove you're breaking out to steal anything. You earned that title of yours. But that's not what we're here to discuss today. It's been approximately 200 years since your last stint in the yard."

“Hm? I haven't kept track.”

“I'm sure. Just remember, you're free to do whatever, but no violence against anything but the wildlife. Got it?”

With that, the warden stood and replaced his pauldrons. Boulderdash followed, the doors closing behind them. The strange insect made his way over to the hat rack. Retrieving his hat and large bowtie, he made his way to the mirror.

"Hmph. Violence? Why, I have no need for violence."

Adjusting his clothes, he reached over to an elephant's foot umbrella stand. He retrieved his spiked cane.

"After all, theft is all about aesthetics!"

With a skip and a jump, he was out his door and heading to the teleporter pad.

"It is requires style! Coolness! Nobility!"

He spun on his heel, tilting his hat and stopping with the cane. With a long whine of alien machinery, he vanished.

"STEALING TOMORROW! THE PHANTOM THIEF, CRICKET LUPIN!"