"I found a prophet on the landing this morning."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. It scuttled under the baseboard as soon as it saw me."
"What did it look like?"
"Wild-eyed and wild-haired, jittery movements. Like it had seen too much and could no longer find solace in the world as it is."
"Uff. We'll have to get someone to come around and spray."
@Soreth Just don’t let it get to the subway, otherwise you’ll have words all over those walls.