Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160219232209/@comment-5543592-20160302210238

The Boss mumbled incoherently to himself as he tossed barrel nineteen aside, and moved onto twenty. The pool of paint was thick now, coating the soles of his boots.

"God damn paint... never did like painting none... break my damn neck climbing ladders... pfft, ladders..." He raised his voice. "Hey, can one of you lazy ass holes start carrying this shit outside?"

Tanner had found his nylon cords and had wrapped the lengths of rope around shoulders and neck, so that he looked very bundled up; nothing between his nose and chest was visible of him. He began to slowly bring that back to the door outside.